Although we left the city behind more than 30 years ago, we never fancied ourselves as farmers, let alone flower farmers.
In fact, even as we learned the ropes of country living, flowers were never on the radar. But here we are, getting our hands dirty and pulling the weeds as we tend row after row of bloomin’ dahlias on our farm, about halfway between Port Hope and Peterborough, Ontario.
In the Beginning
It’s a long story and most of it has to do with my wife, Darlene. Whereas I’m not the adventurous kind, she’s the type who dives into new projects with gusto. It was she who first turned the soil and planted our first vegetable garden. It was she who thought it would be fun to raise chickens. And she was the driving force behind our foray into raising sheep; our flock has never been more than a dozen, but just as Dar predicted, they are a mainstay here on the farm and one of the things that keep us here.
Summersong Farm is Born
Call it an occupational hazard, but when you research and write about these things, it’s tempting to try your hand at it. And thus, we have a garden arbour and raised beds of our own, and we know how to stack wood. Perhaps it was only logical that after writing several times about small, farm-based businesses, we would also give that a go.