Deja Vu All Over Again

What a difference 8 months makes…or does it? Talk about the cycle of life! The span between the two pictures above would reveal the tale of the 2025 Kay’s Boukays season. But it all starts, and ends, with the prep work in the flower field. Thatching, raking, pulling, covering, composting, weeding, recovering. It looks the same to the casual observer. Trust me, it’s not…except for the weather!

Thanks again for a memorable 2025 season!

Comes the Fall

Actually , we’re a month into fall and we busy ourselves with the familiar cold-weather tasking:

  • recovering tubers and corms
  • dismantling and storing the irrigation systems
  • collecting relevant blooms for winter drying
  • planning upcoming crafting activities
  • preparing the fields for the next season
  • still producing lovely boukays with what remains of our hearty stock

Our presence at outdoor markets has concluded for 2025, and we finished with consecutive sell-outs. Praise God! Much of our inventory has survived its first brush with Jack Frost…but the end is at hand. Still, it’s not too late to order up a Seasonal Boukay featuring dahlias and zinnias. Text, call, or apply online while supplies last.

Where the Magic Happens

Kay in the Seed Shack

It’s now been a year since the Seed Shack has arrived at our farm. One half of it is outfitted with columns of seed-tray shelving, banks of grow lights, and related equipment. From late winter to early spring, a warm, pink glow leaks out of the shack’s windows. Symbolizing the hopes and dreams of a successful coming season, which ride on the successful germination of thousands of seeds.

Once the seedlings are relocated to their homes in the soil and sun, the other half of the Seed Shack springs to life. It is here where Boukay Production takes place. Surrounded by fresh-cut flowers and greens, ribbons and vases, paper and stickers…boukays by Kay are being lovingly created by our President and COO.

Here she is, getting ready to craft the arrangements of beauty and splendor that we’ve all grown fond of. Pretty sure that the magic happens once I leave the shack.