Our Farm

It all began with a few acres of land in Blodgett, Oregon.

A dusty road leads to our home, tucked into a small valley beneath towering fir trees. Wild turkeys, deer, and elk wander through from time to time, reminding us that we share this space with something bigger. Rural life has always felt like home to me. I grew up on a farm and, although I enjoyed living in the city during college, I always knew I’d return to gravel roads and quiet mornings.

As the years passed and our family grew, so did our little farm. I planted fruit trees, grapes, berries, and a seasonal vegetable garden — along with plenty of flowers. We tried our hand at beekeeping, raised a variety of animals, and eventually joined 4-H with our daughters, raising pigs (which quickly became our family favorite). What started as a few acres slowly became something full of life and purpose.

In 2018, I planted my first dahlia tuber. It didn’t look like much at the time, but when it bloomed, I was hooked. Each year, I added a few more varieties, drawn in by their endless color, form, and personality. What began as a simple curiosity slowly turned into something more meaningful.

In 2023, I felt a deeper pull toward the land and toward creating something lasting — something rooted in family, beauty, and intention. While my career as a high school teacher has been incredibly fulfilling, I realized there was space in my life to grow something from the soil up. Flowers felt like the perfect place to start.

The name Hummingbird Hollow carries special meaning for me. Hummingbirds have always felt like tiny reminders to pause and notice the sweetness around us. One crisp January morning, as I sat with my dad during his final hours, a hummingbird hovered outside the window at a feeder. The sunlight caught its wings, and in that quiet moment, there was a deep sense of peace.

Later, as I spent time with my mom, we flipped through a Swan Island Dahlia catalog together, admiring the colors and choosing varieties for the next growing season. Sharing that simple joy — planning future blooms — felt like planting hope.

Those moments didn’t feel like endings. They felt like reminders: life is beautiful, fragile, and worth tending.

Hummingbird Hollow was born from that understanding — a small flower farm rooted in love, gratitude, and new beginnings. Every bloom is a celebration of where we’ve been and the beauty still unfolding.