As we’re downsizing our life into this tiny cabin, I’ve realized… maybe I’m not as sentimental as I thought I was. It’s easier for me to let go of past chapters than I imagined. I have some theories about this: I’m stubborn, and when I’m ready to move forward, there’s no stopping me. I’ve always kept some sort of journal, so maybe I already have my closure.
Hi friends,
As we’re downsizing our life into this tiny cabin, I’ve realized… maybe I’m not as sentimental as I thought I was. It’s easier for me to let go of past chapters than I imagined. I have some theories about this: I’m stubborn, and when I’m ready to move forward, there’s no stopping me. I’ve always kept some sort of journal, so maybe I already have my closure.
It feels more important now to preserve memories with my kids than to cling to my own past. Here on the farm, it feels like my grandparents are everywhere, and I don’t need to hold on to their things quite as tightly anymore. I’ll keep the photos and my grandmother’s kitchen table. (Funny story: she inherited that table from her own grandmother and loved it so much that when her cousins came to visit, she’d have my grandfather hide it in the attic and swap in a decoy table so no one would try to take it. I couldn’t give that up.)
But flowers…
When I found my grandmother’s pressed flowers and leaves tucked inside a book, with her notes scribbled next to them, it clicked for me why flowers are so sentimental. Flowers can time travel us back to the most precious moments. The narcissus brought in from the cold during winter. The scent of grape hyacinth in her yard every spring. Sprinkling larkspur seeds with my dad. Trips to the garden shop with my grandpa to buy zinnias for her garden. Hollyhocks standing tall by their house each summer. Irises lining the edges of their massive garden, hours spent digging them up and replanting them year after year.
Flowers are part of our history, etched into our memories in a way that things never could be.
Pressing and preserving them is like taking a photograph with nature itself. That’s why we do what we do here at Remedy. Because flowers hold the happiest times, the hardest trials, the triumphant wins, and the tender losses. They hold moments we don’t want to forget.
That’s why we don’t just let them wilt.
✨ If you have flowers from a wedding, a funeral, a baby shower, or just a Tuesday you want to remember, we’d be honored to help you preserve them so you can keep that moment close forever.
PS: the blog photo is my grandmother, one of the last times she was able to work in the farm flower garden. The area she is standing in is now out perrenial garden and some of those flowers are still thriving today