Winter has settled in at Jazzy Rose Flowers, and the season for fresh flowers has passed. But that doesn’t slow Lisa down. As I step into her snug cottage—equal parts home and workshop—she’s already deep in her craft, hands delicately arranging a dried flower bouquet. The kettle hums to life. “Coffee?” she offers with a knowing smile, though we both know the answer is inevitable.

She moves quietly, tying the arrangement with twine, adjusting each stem with practiced care. “I never rush this part,” she says with a smile. “It’s the final touch, the moment everything comes together.”

Stepping back into the crisp morning light, I take in her home—filled with bundles of dried flowers, each one a memory of warmer days. Here, flowers aren’t just grown; they’re preserved, cherished, and shared. This is more than a craft—it’s a piece of her land, carried through the seasons.