There’s a special kind of joy that comes with the first flush of blooms. After months of tending, watering, and waiting, the garden...

This summer I have spent countless hours in my flower garden—the one brimming with sunflowers, zinnias, cosmos, lavender, and all the...

Several years ago, Steve and Cathy came to our farm for the first time, simply to enjoy the flowers. Dion and I had no idea what absolute treasures these two would become in our lives. We tend to be loners—hermit-like personalities who like to do things ourselves—and yet Steve and Cathy pursued a friendship with us with relentless kindness. Honestly, sometimes I have no idea why.

There’s something quietly sacred about working side by side with the one you love before the rest of the world has even stirred.

Some days on the farm are peaceful—sunrise over the dahlias, the hum of bees, cows grazing contentedly in the pasture.And then there was yesterday. It started with a phone call:“The cows are out.” Not just a few cows. All of them.

We’ve often joked that the sunshine is part of our “farmer’s prescription”—daily medicine for the body and the soul. But as it turns out, science agrees.

(Faith Reflections from Flaming Acres Dahlias) There’s a peach tree in our orchard that has always been my favorite. Not because it’s the...

So if you find yourself in a season of preparation, waiting, or letting go—take heart. The same God who brings flowers from the dirt is working in you, too. And friend, He knows exactly when it's time to bloom.

We never set out to become dahlia farmers. In fact, if you had visited Flaming Acres a few years ago, you might’ve found yourself...

Before a single dahlia blooms at Flaming Acres, something far more important is already at work beneath the surface: faith. Our farm was...

Flaming Acres isn’t just a farm—it’s a love letter to the God who gave us hands to plant and eyes to see. It’s our way of pointing heavenward through the work of the earth. Every bloom is a testimony to His creativity.