Whatever heart your heart desires

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 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 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.

What we didn’t know about Mr. Love…

“Love Stinks” seems like the appropriate soundtrack to the legendary events of February 14th about 1,000 years ago. It turns out that tragedy had a hand in originating the now fluffed, candied, hearts and flowers holiday of today.

Claudius II, emperor of Rome during 270 AD was inclined to believe that marriage made men weak and that “love” was a distraction to the ultimate goal — fighting and winning wars. We don’t know if there was a personal reason for this opinion or whether or not he himself had an awful or distracting experience with love, but, being the Roman Emperor, he had the power to completely ban marriage and he did.

Some things in life, however, cannot be stopped by laws, opinions, bans, persecution or even the threat of death.

Love, Love, Love

St. Valentine became the Ambassador Of Love and began secretly performing marriage ceremonies for couples desperately in love. He was arrested once he was found out (did a disillusioned bride or groom tattle on him?) and imprisoned.

There are a few legendary tales describing the happenings thereafter, but the gist of the story is that St. Valentine wrote a note to a girl that had fallen in love with him during his time behind bars. He wrote it right before he was killed.  He signed it “From your Valentine”.

Good news is that Mr. Valentine has not been forgotten.  Not by a long shot. His sacrifice for love has been celebrated and has grown in popularity and significance over time.

At this point in time, those who choose not to celebrate it or who choose to ignore it or (*GASP*) forget about it are the persecuted ones and seem to be eligible for their own kind of imprisonment.

That being said, we are still enjoying creating new versions of hearts and flowers in celebration of Valentine’s Day – see below 🙂

Taking A Moment

“Life is not measured by the breaths you take but, by the moments that take your breath away”.

Perhaps a little preview of what is coming in the next few months – this rabbit caught Scott’s attention from his desk. We were able to snap a few pictures before we were spotted and the bunny got jumpy.

Don’t think some of us could stop ourselves from saying
“awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww”

when this little cottontail started washing its face in the shelter of our lavender.

Bring It On

The picture above was taken before the sky let loose yesterday and shared some of its bounty.

We enjoyed the show of wind and water from our front row seats.

Some of us had this song going through their head as a perfect soundtrack (wink wink). Click on the link below if you would like this song stuck in your head as well.

You’re welcome.

Bring On The Rain

beginning again…again

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.

 

Presence/ts at the Plaza

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.

Best Job Ever

This stunning sunset made us feel like writing down just a few of our blessings:

  • we have no need for “hang in there” posters (the cat in the tree…) because all we have to do is look up and out. Whether we are in our office or our warehouse, we are surrounded by incredible, expansive views.
  • we don’t have to decorate our desks with pictures of some of our family members, because we pass them a hundred times a day, open a door for them, discuss an order, walk the fields, stress over rain or bring them back a burrito if we are out of the office.
  • what we are surrounded with is what we grow and the land we grow it on – how cool is that?
  • hard work makes us the good kind of tired.
  • we couldn’t be sedentary if we tried.
  • it allllllllways smells good here.

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Sunset from the office windows.

 

Harvest Time

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.

AUTUMN

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!