06/18/2026
Every month starts with flowers.
But the best ones end up being about something else entirely.
When we started planning June, I wasn’t intending for dahlias to take center stage. In fact, I rarely go into these shoots with a rigid plan. I walk the field, see what’s speaking the loudest, and follow it.
This month it was the dahlias.
Not because I chose them.
Because they chose us.
One of the unexpected perks of leaving our dahlia tubers in the ground through winter is that they wake up earlier and stronger than most people expect. While much of the flower world still thinks of dahlias as late summer and fall flowers, ours are already stretching into the season.
And somehow they became the foundation for this entire piece.
But what I love most about these images isn’t the flowers.
It’s the feeling.
There’s a quietness to them. A softness.
But also a strength that doesn’t need to announce itself.
The kind of confidence that doesn’t come from being the loudest thing in the room.
The kind that simply exists.
June feels a little like that to me.
The garden is no longer waking up.
It’s arrived.