BEEP. BEEP.
HONK IF YOU love FLOWERS.
For better or worse, the farm is our home. It’s hard work and long hours, and sometimes the wind blows everything over and the hoses get kinked and we need encouragement to keep going. So the next time you drive by our big gray barn, be sure to give us a honk. Scott just installed a train horn on the tractor and really wants to honk back.
This is the “before” picture on a day it almost burned down. Looks much better now.
Hi, it’s nice to meet you!
We’re Scott & Christine.
A.K.A the dirty hands behind Killdeer Farms, a plucky little flower farm crankin’ out gorgeous, happy blooms in West Sacramento. (This is Christine, btw. I’m in charge of words and garden, and Farmer Scott is in charge of fixing the irrigation problems I create.)
For years we’ve dreamed of doing something big and crazy, like moving to Thailand or adopting five kids. But leaps like that are scary, and we’re just a regular couple with 9-5 jobs and no super powers. And then one day we drove by this old, sad, property down the road from our house. It had been abandoned for 20 years and made our town look shabby.
We thought maybe we could turn it around, so we threw caution and our piggy bank to the wind and are now on a crusade to rehab five dead acres and spiffy-up our community through flower farming and mutual support for other local businesses.
Since then, we’ve been hard at work with new trees, lots of compost, and 30 gallons of barn paint. All manner of critters and creatures call our farm home, too, and our favorite are the killdeer.
The little sandpipers have a tough name, we know. But their squawking provides our morning wake-up call, and we have an attachment to them now that runs deep. Killdeer (Charadrius vociferus) build their nests in bare dirt, exposed to the world and vulnerable to all manner of risk and scrutiny. Their success rate is pretty low, so they have to nest all season long just to raise a few survivors.
That’s us, too.
Our entire operation is on display on the side of a highway where the whole wide world can watch us toil and panic and fail and maybe, just maybe, succeed a little bit. Once the killdeer started nesting in the crops, we knew it was kismet. We dove headlong into flower farming, and Killdeer Farms was born.
