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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.

10/05/2026

My beautiful life ~

10/02/2026

It's build a whimsical wildflower garden on top of a pumpkin season and it's one of my most favorite Autumnal crafts. I find great joy creating these little things and let me tell ya, the Sunless days make it a bit more of a struggle to find. However, yesterday, I found it in my workshop. Looking out the big window, sitting down at the old workbench my opa crafted scattered with dried bits of this and that. Hydrangea, statice, strawflower, winged everlasting, sea oats, lambs ear, celosia, cress, gomphrena, goldenrod, moss and the sweetest little pie pumpkin helped me find what was missing..Joy.
What do you think?
Workshops are open. Message me to book. I look forward to hearing from you♡

10/01/2026

Farewell September, October has arrived with Her coat of many colors. How many colors? Well, She has oranges and browns, purples and pinks, yellows and reds, greens and whites and skies so blue it doesn't look real. Though not today.
The dark days of decay outnumber the Sunshine filled ones and it leaves me struggling to make my own. Here we are on day one. The sumacs out the window at the foot of my bed are wearing their letting go foliage. Today the sky is thick with grey, though the gardens, Trees, Mushrooms and Moss are ecstatic from the rains I'm sitting here in my brown corduroy rocker chair looking outside wishing for the Soleil.
Today I'm going to head into the flower shop, sing along to all my favorite songs, sip copious amounts of foraged tea, and create pretty things. What do you do to keep your light shining when the dark days outnumber the bright ones?

09/30/2026

"The mullein had finished blooming, and stood up out of the pastures like dusty candelabra. The flowers of Queen Anne's lace had curled up into birds' nests, and the bee balm was covered with little crown-shaped pods. In another month -- no, two, maybe -- would come the season of the skeletons, when all that was left of the weeds was their brittle architecture. But the time was not yet. The air was warm and bright, the grass was green, and the leaves, and the lazy monarch butterflies were everywhere."
Elizabeth Enright

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~

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