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MorningDew Fleurs

Flower grower, Nature loving wildcrafter. Wreath Maker. Building an ark in Wheatley, Ontario. Rewilding. Grower of cut flowers. Nurturing the land. Seasonal living.

Dried flower artist.Turning a once barren landscape into an oasis of trees, flowers and wild native flora, and fauna. Creating magic on a once barren property of 2.5 acres of manicured lawn. At one with Nature.

09/28/2026

It is time to gather around the craft table to create your dried floral pumpkin masterpiece.
Everywhere the light touches has been kissed by Autumns arrival and there's no better way to welcome the turn of the Season then to adorn your home with gathered and foraged bits from the gardens.
When? Saturday October 3rd.
Where? Here in the studio near Wheatley.
Time? 4pm.
Cost? $50 payment via etransfer at time of booking.
BYOP! Bring your own pumpkin! Small-medium sized works best. You are more than welcome to bring a faux pumpkin if you'd prefer. Please do not bring a large pumpkin!
If you are unable to make this date, I am hosting another workshop at on Sunday October 4th at 11am. Simply head on over to their website to reserve your seat.
If neither of these dates work, my schedule is very fluffy, you're welcome to arrange your own group. Message me to chat and we can figure something out♡
I look forward to hearing from you.

09/27/2026

Yesterday was a whirlwind of a day~
The words "thank you" rarely ever feel like they are enough to express the gratitude I hold inside of my heart for each and every one of you who continue to support this simple beautiful dream I have to make pretty things with locally grown and foraged flowers.
I remember every hug, every smile from passers-by, and every shared conversation.
Y'all are written in the pages of my little lifes journeys.
After a wonderful market, I rushed home, made myself a coffee, and ventured out into the gardens to breathe. I had less than an hour before I welcomed the most beautiful group of Woman to join me in the studio for a wreath making workshop. Do you know what my favorite part of these gatherings are? Aside from the inspiration and sheer delight of bearing witness to my guests creativity flowing from their fingertips? It's the reaction I get when you first step foot into the nest I've built to nurture us all. And let me tell ya, these ladies reactions did not disappoint. "This space reminds me of one of my favorite magazines!". As I side eyed the stack of Inherstudio covers displayed on the footstool in the cozy corner♡
Y'all can just imagine my smile.
The day was the most best and I closed my eyes so incredibly proud of me and so thankful for all of you♡

09/24/2026

The Sun!!!!! Oh the glorious Sun is shining in the prettiest blue sky and the blue jays, and my wild turkey family couldn't be any more happy~
What do y'all think of the dangly bits hanging from this majestic Moon? The only word I can use to describe this Moon is delicious. She's rich, and warm, full of texture, moody colors, and a whole lot of heart. Mine♡
This is a big Moon. I don't make these anymore, however I found 2 bases stashed away in my rickety old cupboard and I was determined to make them into something extraordinary.
I can't wait to finish the next one! She's light and airy and romantic and has a vintage prism dangling from her wee tip~
These Moons, along with so many other wonderful handcrafted treasures will be available this Saturday Thrifted Garden Market from 11-4. *Please note I will be packing up at 2:30 for a workshop here in the studio!
Come say hi! See my silly face. Gift me a hug.

09/22/2026

Summer~
I am not ready to bid thee farewell.
We've not felt the warm glow of your Soleil on our bareskin for what feels like forever and a day. My tan lines are fading. Joy feels forced when the sky is grey.
I am not ready for the dark days.
I am not ready for cozy.
I am not ready for sweater weather.
I am not ready to welcome Autumn.
Not yet.
But, the gardens have spots. There are mushrooms blooming everywhere. The pawpaws litter the ground with their sweet smell covered in wasps. The warblers, the vireos, and the kinglets are flittering everywhere the light touches. The wildareas and meadows are blooming in a kaleidoscope of asters and goldenrod. The Sassafras is dropping red leaves on the cold dew covered grass beneath my feet and the air smells sweet.
Ready or not, Autumn is here and I will slowly Fall into her when I am ready.

09/15/2026

Just look at it!! I made that! I grew it from seed, I foraged from my wild and I borrowed from gardens I call home. If you know me, you know I do not do weddings! However I said yes to this one and to say it wasn't nerve wrecking would be so far from the truth. Not the bouquet making, once I stopped over thinking and listened to the flowers, the masterpiece you see me holding came together like magic...but the rest of it. This bouquet had to make it across the border! Every person I talked to said that wouldn't be allowed, and my goodness it caused me all kinds of feelings. I did not rest easy til the pictures came of the most beautiful glowing bride holding her flowers. I was and am incredibly proud of me.
I had the wee one on the weekend and we headed to our favorite beach and even though he said he wasn't gettin' wet, it took less than 1.5 seconds for the wild waters of lake eerie and him to collide. We rock hunted, he is all about fossils now, and we found lots. He chased seaguls, while Memaw apologized for his ruckus, we laughed, we held hands, we simply enjoyed each other's company.
My heart is full.
September is overwhelming. The harvest days are long, and the moments in between are spent creating and dreaming and planning and...workshops are coming, markets, pop-ups, all the things, and pumpkins, y'all are ready for pumpkins. Soon. We will gather soon. Stay tuned.

09/10/2026

It was last Summer when I fell in love with wreathin' on the beach.
I'd not gone to my favorite spot at all this season. It hasn't looked at all like what I planned or dreamed of. My mind has been restless, my heart has been aching, my soul has felt torn between holding on and letting go and the safest place for me during it all has been home.
Alone. Safe. Held by arms made of bark and lichens.
When September rolls around, the beaches turn quiet and it's my most favorite time to go.
So off we went. My basket of dried florals, bits of this and that, trinkling bells and prisms. An apple for snack time, a few almonds, water, my patterned blanket and a feeling of excitement I'd thought I lost.
To say my smile wasn't as bright as the Soleil in the sky would be far from the truth. I beamed. Like meeting an old friend who knew you needed to be held without saying a word.
I set up my nest and created.
My body cannot sit long.
I stretched my legs and walked with my head down looking for glistening stones. Lake eerie has the prettiest rocks in turquoise, blues, pinks, yellows and all the colors in between. I watched eagles glide through the sky and soar into the water catching fish. They reminded me of my strength and I thanked them for being resilient inspite of what Man is doing to their home.
Then I found him, or her, I'm not sure. A mourning cloak butterfly struggling at the waters edge unable to fly. I gathered the winged beauty on my finger and we walked. I told Him of my struggles, my hearts longing, the aches, my dreams, gosh I talked about all the things and more and he listened. After a little while with the help of the Soleil, his wings opened, and I could see wet sand, and webs covering parts of his body.
"I can help, I'll be gentle, trust me." I gathered a wee seagull feather, it was the tiniest white feather and every time that sweet butterfly opened its wings, with a calm voice, and sweet words, I gently brushed the sand away. Little by little, the shiny glimmer of his wings were free of the heavy that was weighing him down.
Then he flew. He flew off into the Sun up into the poplars and I cried.
We were Free~

09/05/2026

Storms~
I ran out of the restaurant, gasped at the sky coming towards our little town and jumped into my car and drove. I drove fast and as soon as I made it onto my Debbie's road, debris started pelting the car, and the rains made it impossible to see. I made it into the safety of her basement seconds before the trees started bending and breaking. I did not like it one bit. But I wasn't alone and I was safe, and I prayed and I cried and I waited. I thought about my babies, the gardens, my friends, my pets, my tree friends, and my wild turkey family.
The storm weakened and it took a long time for me to get home. Our little town lost so many trees. Everywhere I looked I saw broken limbs, falled giants, and my heart, oh my goodness I wept for the wild things.
My Sun arrived home before me, and all he said was everything was ok but the gardens were laying down. My chad also went to check on our land and his only complaint was of the pokeweed I shouldn't have let grow. Their brief descriptions left me feeling a little less heavy.
Enroute I traced the path of the storm. The giant tree the farmer left to grow alone succumbed to the winds and laid down in defeat. The winds came on an angle and I knew, I knew in my heart that I wasn't coming home to something I could not bare. Our long driveway was littered with leaves and broken bits of branches but my tree friends stood tall. Mama Maples limbs hung heavy over the driveway, kissing the roof of my car and I just started crying. The flower beds, some look untouched by the storm while others have stories to tell.
The sky is opening up and the Soleil and I are going to head into the gardens to listen.
It's September. The gardens have entered their season of Wild which means tending to them looks different then earlier on in the season. Today I will be like the bee, the butterfly, the finch, the vireo, and the kinglet. I will relocate broken branches and plants to the hedgerows, fluff leaning wildflowers, stake and prune some of the heavy from the dahlia patch but let the wild, the unruly and the tangled grab hold. To the wild things, the seed and nectar are just as sweet inspite of the storms wrath~

08/31/2026

Yesterday I hosted my first workshop of the Summer season. My goodness they give me all the feels.
I get nervous, and anxious, and excited and all of the emotions in between. My heart? My heart gets filled to the brim and overflows out from the sides of my smile. Bearing witness to the creative genius that flows through your fingertips into art is nothing short of pure magic. Gathering around my table, conversing, laughing, listening to Joni on the record player over and over while watching hands create with flowers from the gardens I tended, will forever make me feel like the most fortunate Woman.
Thank you♡
Did you know that you can book a workshop any time? Message me if you have any questions. I look forward to hearing from you.

08/27/2026

Story time!
I have wanted a sign on my barn for as long as I can remember.
Here she is. I made her, all by myself, from a thick piece of plywood salvaged from my dads barn.
For a brief moment, I thought about having a logo made, designed, you know, the way most businesses do..then I thought about the what and the how and the way I hoped you'd feel when you saw it. The way I'd feel creating it.
There was no other way.
After the cutting and the sanding, came the pink paint! A custom mixed color from two of my favorites used throughout the house. Then I grabbed my big ol' pruners and headed out to fogage some branches. I used maple, pine, mulberry and honey locust.
She reminded me of a camp sign. And it made me smile. It took a long while, days, for me to settle on my design but my goodness when I did? The wee pebbles for the rays? From all my beach frolics? The Sun? The shimmering gold paint? All of it. The scalloped edging in the most fun turquoise? I'm feeling the excitement as I write this, because it was that good.
Yes!!!! That is how I want y'all to feel when you come here, when you create here, when you see my crafts, all of it, feeling.
There is a trend going on, flyers, logos, adds, and they all look the same. It is disheartening. Y'all are loosing your uniqueness, giving away what makes you special, and I don't want to take part in that. We are all rare. Real. Walking, breathing, feeling, inventive and imaginative creatures.
Alive.
That is how I want you to feel around me♡
What do you think of my handmade sign? Do you love it?
♡ I have 3 spots left for my butterfly workshop this Sunday at 2pm. Message me. Come unwind. Sip tea. Create. Unplug. Breathe in the wild scents and sounds of the gardens.

08/22/2026

It's butterfly season.
The unruly August gardens are wild, colorful, fragrant, loud and no longer wanting to be tamed. Everywhere the light touches is being kissed by the bees, nibbled on by the caterpillars, and drunk by the hummingbirds.
And the butterflies. The grateful graceful butterflies fluttering about from flower to flower are subtle reminders of my purpose. To plant. To nurture. To love. To grow. To create. To protect. To honor. To observe. To feel. To be present. And then, to share it so that other's might feel what I'm growing here.
It's workshop time. Come create a beautiful everlasting butterfly with me here in the loft. We'll listen to Joni Mitchell, sip tea, smile, laugh and delight at what your heart and hands create with Natures bounty. Once the workshop is complete, you'll be invited to tour the wild gardens♡
DATE August 30th Sunday
TIME 2PM
Wheatley area*
COST $65
Payment via etransfer at time of booking.
6 Spots available
I look forward to hearing from you. Please let me know if you have any inquiries ~
Please share with your garden loving friends♡

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