Our Story

It’s not really my story, or my family’s story. No, this story is about flowers. They are the shining stars. Like many folks, I’ve loved them since I was a child- off collecting dandelions and lavender buds to give to my grandma (that I plucked from her own yard). When I was a teenager I got my first job at a boutique flower shop and nursery- which is where I learned the far less glamorous side of flowers (like how bad a bucket of water that contained stock can stink). That was also where I was taught the utmost respect and care for flowers and began to grasp their role in our culture. It is commonly assumed that it must be joyful working with flowers all the time. While occasionally this is correct (their beauty is unending), the forgotten truth is that flowers are integral to our culture in every aspect- not just the good. Yes, flowers are for celebrating. They walk us down the aisle and handsomely adorn the pocket of each gentleman. They grace tables at parties and little girl’s arms after a ballet recital. They are gifts to say “I’ve missed you!” and “I was thinking of you.” They bring joy to kitchen tables on rainy days and mother’s cherish little buds given from chubby little hands. But lest we forget their place in grief and sorrow. They are what’s next to your loved one in a hospital bed. When no one knows what to say and grief is too big, we send a bouquet of flowers with no words needed. They, too, are laid to rest with our bodies atop coffins. Flowers punctuate our lives. They are intrinsic to our culture and even our humanity. Their story is also our own.

I’ve had the pleasure of creating bridal bouquets, centerpieces, and wedding archways all around Spokane. I’ve created fun installations and pop-ups at places like Anthropologie and The Farm Chick’s Show. I’ve worked with the finest flowers from all over the world and I still am stopped dead in my tracks by a cosmos in my own garden. When the world is chaos (and let’s be honest, when is it not?) I can walk in my garden and sit with the flowers and be filled with peace. Have you ever watched a butterfly rest on a scabiosa swaying in the wind? Or said goodnight to a sleepy bumblebee inside a foxglove? That, my friends, is the good stuff. The goodness of flowers is too good for me to gatekeep. So I am here to share their magic in every way I know how.

As for the rest of the details. We’re the Dixons. I’m Amanda- flower enthusiast with penchant for geriatric hobbies. I’m married to the elusive and rare Kjirk Dixon (with the silent and completely useless “j” in his name) for over a decade now. We have two adorable and rascally little boys named Ryatt and Wilder. Together we live in the Palouse on 4 acres in a 120 brick fixer-upper, which turns out is far less of a Chip’n Jo situation as it might be Sid ‘n Nancy. We are sharing the joy of flowers and adding to our farmstead daily. Check back for our next addition!