Smells Like Flowers

Smells Like Flowers Floral Design Studio in Havelock, ON. Weddings + Workshops

100% local, always.

This year I will be joining a gaggle of florist to participate in Flowering Wild, produced by .  It’s going to be a drea...
06/01/2026

This year I will be joining a gaggle of florist to participate in Flowering Wild, produced by . It’s going to be a dreamyyy day. The property itself is a buzzing site of collaboration with so many incredible growers, makers, and artists who all tend intentionally to land with lots of heart. There will also be programming by and ✨✨✨
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FLOWERS ARE EVERYTHING!!! Come get armfuls of flowers and juice up on the high vibes that is Toronto Flower Market.  I w...
05/08/2026

FLOWERS ARE EVERYTHING!!! Come get armfuls of flowers and juice up on the high vibes that is Toronto Flower Market. I will be there with cuties all day 10 -4💓🌷💓🌷
The pursuit of beauty is not some fickle thing, it is how we will all survive!!! Buying local flowers supports growers who KNOW HOW TO GROW in your local neighbourhood. I don’t know anything that is more important right now. I love u come buy flowers, let your ponytail whip back in forth because of the jaunt in your step… and feel some god damn levity 🌷🌷🌷
Poster by queen 💋

When I spend the day in the garden, without audio books, music, or a podcast, when I leave what echos in my ears is the ...
05/02/2026

When I spend the day in the garden, without audio books, music, or a podcast, when I leave what echos in my ears is the sound of bird calls.
This beautiful garden is knocking my socks right off in these first two sessions this April. Thanks for trusting me with her. I was gasping around every corner today ✨✨
Happy flower moon friends + Beltane, eternally grateful for the kinship of flowers 🌷

Earth Day - I feel enraged.  I am no longer scared to press my hands against the ground connecting to anger for how thin...
04/22/2026

Earth Day - I feel enraged. I am no longer scared to press my hands against the ground connecting to anger for how things have gone. But also - The optimistic energy that burst from inside me , the way a tulips sings. Loons howling in ancient symphonies at 2am under a crescent moon. This app cannot hold the entirety, nor should it try to. I am feeling it all - the inability to encapsulate the complexity of living in this time, the welcomed push/shove/catapult to stay in integrity, the doubt and fear of whats to come, the majestic presence of our humble mother, the reminder that joy is accessible, grace gleamed through witnessing owls live alongside me. Our earth continues to hold and comfort and teach in a way that is so deeply profound. It is the privilege of my life to witness and to meet fellow nymphs who take note of the quiet moments, who make art that celebrate sweet resilience. I see you and I love you and you are valued 🤎

02/24/2026
Mullein torches made with beeswax, lavender, yarrow, pine and mullein.  Traditionally used to ward off evil spirits.  Le...
01/22/2026

Mullein torches made with beeswax, lavender, yarrow, pine and mullein. Traditionally used to ward off evil spirits. Lee and I made them for a ritual with on New Year’s Day. I’ve been wanting to make them for a while. I noticed mullein popping up around the outskirts of my garden and felt a huge protective energy. They felt like spirits marking the connection point between forest, river, and the collaborative space between all that has lived here for time in memorial and me, and the garden I was tending. This prescience pulled my focused and I began researching the plant. Mullein heals the connective tissue in the body called fascia. The delicate tissue that connects bone to muscle to nerves to organs. I could feel an instant satisfaction pulsing through me when realizing the plants folklore held resonance with its “proven scientific facts”. Another reminder of how much wisdom stories hold, how much intuition, curiosity, and feelings hold. How the protective feeling cast around my garden was pivotal teaching about the plant itself. When I make nature crafts, or prepare plants for ritual, tea, or interaction I like to think about what my hands are bringing together, what kinds of intention I am weaving into the merger of materials. Bees/ beeswax always reminds me of the value of a common goal, of working together, of organizing. Lavender offers almost instant grounding when smelled and yarrow is often a tool of softening, reducing inflammation. The pine used was taken from my Xmas tree, a tree we chopped from our woods. The pine reminds me of gratitude for place and all of the trees that feel like kin. I love the intention of these elements moving forwards, a plea to organize, for protection, and to do so while grounded and tending to each-other and oneself.
The other day while walking through the woods I kept repeating to the earth, “I believe in your innate wisdom and the ability for regeneration”.

Solstice is approaching, a gentle reminder to tuck in for the reminding 3 months of the year.  Yes - the new year actual...
12/20/2025

Solstice is approaching, a gentle reminder to tuck in for the reminding 3 months of the year. Yes - the new year actually starts in spring and trying to get us to be our shiniest and brightest new versions of self after the darkest months of the year is cruel. This year it feels like self is getting scrapped thin over dry toast and at the same time I feel like the world is gooping over, mixing into a weird glob that doesn’t quite know how to walk, think, or move without being a total goop. Worlds are colliding, desperation is pushing us towards revealing inner chaos and gross messy sticky bits of ourselves. I’ve been attached to the micro in the last few months as I’ve been less engaged on Instagram, regretfully less aware of global events. I’m questioning how I uphold and what I uphold as master, king, mother, wisdom in my own life and how those things multiple and grow absurdly in the macro. Lessening my grip on financial security as a means to safety is hard. Trusting in the warm hold of community and people is hard. Letting go is hard. The work continues and I am excited to lean into being wrong, being ugly, letting go of purity, my ultimate inner saboteur.
Making brooms over the past month has been like breathing in pure life force. I have been wanting to make brooms for a while. I’ve been wanting to find a solve , a way of moving my body that will help to rustle out negative self talk. The broom is the solve. When I started out in the forest looking for handles I allowed myself to sink into my favourite tree, sit with my favourite rock, and it was revealed to me that these brooms were anti rumination brooms. Every-time limiting self talk enters I will use the broom to invite these thoughts to leave. Everyday objects are meant to be used everyday. Lee and I made the brooms together. So many revelations when nature is in hand.
The brooms were entirely made outside, I saw my first owl while collecting the materials. I had been asking to see an owl since I moved here 6 years ago. It was an incredible narrowing experience that is so illusive I can hardly hold onto it - almost all beautiful things are like that. I love you, keep going.

Ho ho hi! This SATURDAY I will be tabling at this special market with a slew of my personal art crushes, 🏺 .ca 👗  💦   🍄 ...
12/11/2025

Ho ho hi! This SATURDAY I will be tabling at this special market with a slew of my personal art crushes,
🏺 .ca
👗
💦
🍄 .bysnax
🌿
🪡
✂️
I am making holiday wreaths, brooms, and have prints + snuggle long sleeves. Looking forward to seeing you and sharing some of my favourite specimens with you 🤎

11/06/2025

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9 George Street West
Havelock, ON
K0L1Z0

Opening Hours

Thursday 10am - 4pm
Friday 11am - 5:30pm

Telephone

+17057785177

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