Well, we survived our first official wedding floral season at Uchtenhagen Farm… and shockingly (which I shouldn’t be), I loved it. Every. Single. Bit.
Taking on wedding florals felt like a natural next step. I’ve spent years growing these blooms from seed, talking to them like they’re coworkers, and now they finally got their big moment.
I didn’t really know what to expect. Would brides want farm-grown flowers? Would I survive the heat, the timelines, the “just one more boutonniere” texts?
Turns out, yes — and I actually enjoyed the chaos.
There’s something deeply satisfying about watching a bucket of random flowers transform into an arrangement that makes someone tear up. Or maybe they were just emotional from the heat. Hard to say.
Now, full transparency — I did have to order in some extra flowers from BC for a couple of weddings to help fill out the designs. Luckily, a lovely lady down the road grows the most beautiful roses, and I was able to buy from her for some bouquets. It takes a village… or at least a few good flower farmers.
Of course, it wasn’t all smooth sailing. I made quite a few big mistakes this season (the kind that make you laugh later… but only after you’ve cried a little). But honestly? I learned so much. Huge learnings that I know will stick — and let’s just say those particular mistakes won’t be happening again. Haha.
Each wedding had its own vibe — romantic, modern, moody, wild — and I got to bring those visions to life with what was growing right here on the farm. I even managed to keep most of my fingers free of floral wire injuries, which I consider a success.
At the end of the day, it was exhausting, beautiful, and completely worth it. This season reminded me why I do this — not just to grow flowers, but to share them in moments that actually mean something.
So yes, we’re officially hooked. Wedding florals are here to stay at Uchtenhagen Farm.
Next season will bring even more blooms, more love stories, and probably more caffeine.
Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned… it’s that flowers don’t arrange themselves.
Photo Credit: Nikki Collette