“"As a flower farmer, one of the most enchanting rituals in my profession is venturing out during the early days of spring, where nature begins to awaken from its slumber. With each step, I find myself drawn to inspect every tender shoot pushing its way through the soil, eager to greet the world above. It's a captivating experience, observing the delicate emergence of life after the long winter's embrace. Taking the time to personally check on each and every plant allows me to forge a deep connection with the land and its inhabitants. It's not just about nurturing flowers; it's about fostering a profound appreciation for the beauty and resilience of nature's creations. This ritual fuels my passion and commitment to cultivating not just blooms, but moments of wonder and awe for those who will eventually behold them."I am a person who goes out and walks around in early spring and checks on every single plant that is poking out of the ground. It is fascinating.”
“I cultivate every flower I hand to you.”
Our story
In March 2021, I took a leap of faith and began cultivating cut flowers as a way to explore my passion. Starting small, I offered bouquets through social media and farmer’s markets, dipping my toes into the world of flower farming.
My upbringing on a farm without electricity was an adventure in itself, it was always fun. We were up when the roosters starts to crow. And you have to start your designated day chores, cooking rice over a wood fire, fetching water into a big clay water pot for drinking, ensuring all the animals were fed before heading off to school.
But it wasn't just the daily tasks that shaped my love for farming; it was the wisdom passed down through generations. My grandparents, attuned to the rhythms of nature, relied on the scent of the air, the direction of the wind, and even the phases of the moon to guide their farming practices. From gauging the perfect time to till the land to knowing when to sow seeds, their knowledge was both practical and profound.
As a child, farming was more than just work—it was a joyous adventure. I can still recall the thrill of riding atop the carabao as my Lolo (grandfather) plowed the fields, with chickens and birds trailing behind, eager to feast on the earth's bounty. Then, in a few days my Lola (grandmother) would come with either seeds that has been soaked, transplants or cuttings, we ran towards her and helped, she will never ask but she has extra stuff for us ready because she knew we will help in the form of play. Do you know what is the best to farm as a child? RICE. Rice needs moist dirt like chocolate before it hardens. Imagine yourself bathing in a chocolate? Dive, swim, jump, roll. FUN.
The moment I stumbled upon Hydrangeas gracing our front yard in Brantford, a profound realization washed over me—I had unearthed my deep-seated love for nurturing plants. This discovery ignited a passion within me, propelling me towards the world of cut flowers and ultimately inspiring the birth of my small business, Amalia Blooms.
My name is Lucille and why Amalia? Amalia is my beloved Lola. Whom I adored so much. Growing up we would never run out of fruits and vegetables, she was a very hard worker. Property lines were planted with bananas, mangoes, coconuts, guavas, tamarind, coffee , avocadoes, and many more tropical fruits. Trees that were taken down or died are planted with new. So, whenever I go Amalia blooms in me.
Not my picture.…A carabao plowing
