We all got a laugh out of the one Mexican Sage plant who just wanted to be unique and stand out from the others.
Scott and I were chatting today after he gave me this awesome video of the planting happening today. I thought I would share with you a snippet of the conversation regarding the recent rains we’ve received:
“The ground is easier to work up since we’ve had all this rain – the way the rain has come and gone has allowed the water to really sink into the ground”
“We haven’t had to water.”
“The well is full.”
“Makes the weeds worse…”
Have a great weekend, everyone and we hope you enjoy this video! The newly planted plants and the already blooming ones will be working all weekend.
Our dog, Lily, is now the only one who wants to put her paws (sans galoshes) in this creek and splash around like crazy since we have no more toddlers around!!! 20 years ago, the oldest grandchild was 2 years old and the youngest hadn’t yet joined the family.
1997 was the last time this creek was running on our property — 11 (ELEVEN!) grandchildren have joined the family since then. Creekside Farms was founded in 1988 and this creek was the inspiration for our name.
Lots of water in the creek after the recent rains!
The creek running through the dormant lavender
Lily, the golden retriever, playing in the creek
It’s that time of year again – Springtime on the farm! We are getting our starter seeds ready to go. Here are some of our planting trays ready for strawflower seeds.
Planting trays are prepped and ready to be seeded
One of team members, Gil, hand seeding each little pod with strawflower seeds.
We can’t wait to share the process with you!
Whatever your tradition, whatever your beliefs, this holiday is a beautiful time to celebrate family and all things new.
Here at the farm, we are working our little white bunny tails off shipping wreaths and nests to decorate homes all across the country.
Here is what I see when I look down today:
Everyone should have one of these utility belts! Think cell phones if you don’t have any pockets, clippers for gardeners, pens or paintbrushes if you’re an artist, extra wipes or pacifiers if you’re a new mommy, dish towels if you’re a chef….
Oh, and we just have to show you one of our adorable Easter nests!
We currently have three incredibly beautiful hearts to choose from to make a special someone’s or your own Valentine’s Day unquestionably memorable.
This delicate stunner is called “Herbal Rose Heart” and is made with marjoram and sage as its herb base and is decorated with a pink freeze dried rose, pink larkspur, baby’s breath, white statice and fresh bay leaves.
The purple herb base on the Oregano Rose Heart wreath below is Santa Cruz Oregano ~ the three rosebuds have a beautiful purple hue that compliments it perfectly. Fresh bay leaves and dried white statice complete the old fashioned look of this heart.
Last, but definitely not least is the exquisite simplicity of this fresh Rosemary and Heather Heart wreath. One of our personal favorites and even more striking in person.
Like a new blank canvas that is ready for an onslaught of shapes and colors, our fields have been turned, disked, cleaned up and readied for their new pièce de résistance.
They are now patiently waiting for the next planting, soaking up the rain we’ve received and the sun that comes after — a well deserved vacation from yielding so much.
We were honored to be invited back to the Carmel Plaza’s pre Holiday shopping event this year. It was a beautiful day and we so enjoyed meeting people who hadn’t yet heard of Creekside Farms and what we do. We were bursting with pride at the expressions of appreciation from seeing just the few wreath designs we were able to bring along with us.
The Mixed Eucalyptus Wreath shown below would seem to reach out and tap people on the shoulder as they walked by with it’s strong, earthy, lingering scent. Inevitably, they would turn around and say “what is that??”…and there it would be be – 22” of three varieties of untamed, vibrant green eucalyptus.
One of our favorite attributes of all of our fresh wreaths is the gradual change that occurs once it is made and hung in the place of choice to be enjoyed. It doesn’t happen all at once, but, like nature itself, it starts to dry and shift slightly – the colors lighten and take on a patinated hue.
With our wreaths, pepper berries and herb braids as centerpieces, the need for decorating is sated.
We love our simple, rustic Creekside Farms sign that was made by a friend and treasured by us.
Our beautiful, simple, understated display.
We were so excited to get this photo of a Monarch Caterpillar on our Butterfly Milkweed.
Wishing we could sit and watch the whole process…
If we see any progress, we will update!
Harvesting our Santa Cruz OreganoAlthough the word harvest probably makes most of us feel warm and cozy and start to dream about cider and sweaters; for some people in almost every part of the world, the word indicates one of the busiest, most important times of the year.
The noun “harvest” comes from the Old English word “hoerfest” meaning autumn, harvest-time or season of gathering crops.
All around the world, the work necessary to accomplish the harvest and the well deserved celebrations that follow the efforts are different in their own way, yet equally beautiful and gratifying.
The storytelling, dancing and music in Africa’s celebrations are religious in nature while in Ireland, bringing fruits of their harvest to trade or sell and drinking Poteen (made from potatoes) is how it’s done. The Czech Republic makes wreaths for their celebration, the Obzinky, and places them on the heads of the girls, then on the landowners; after the celebration, the wreaths are put in a place of honor until the harvest the next year. In Japan, the rice harvest is the main event, but no rice can be eaten until the celebration of the rice spirit is over. The animals are the center of attention in Germany, draped in flowers and paraded down the streets with Oktoberfest to follow, and the Polish celebration sounds like quite a gamble – if the rooster doesn’t crow on top of the village girl’s head, a bleak winter is ahead. If it does, there will be good luck and a bright future.
Here at Creekside Farms, our harvest and celebration is much simpler; lots of hard work for the harvest of lavender, culinary herbs and flowers, then a gratifying smile or a high five or two. Mutual respect for jobs well done.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain,
With banners, by great gales incessant fanned,
Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand,
And stately oxen harnessed to thy wain!
Thou standest, like imperial Charlemagne,
Upon thy bridge of gold; thy royal hand
Outstretched with benedictions o’er the land,
Blessing the farms through all thy vast domain!
Thy shield is the red harvest moon, suspended
So long beneath the heaven’s o’er-hanging eaves;
Thy steps are by the farmer’s prayers attended;
Like flames upon an altar shine the sheaves;
And, following thee, in thy ovation splendid,
Thine almoner, the wind, scatters the golden leaves!