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.

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.