When I fell head over heels for a Dutch flower farmer, I had been single for 10 years and was working as an English teacher in Istanbul. To say that falling for Marcel was a surprise gives new meaning to the word ‘understatement’.
He had put down roots in France, quite literally in fact. He owned a flower farm between Avignon and Arles. Which is how, just six months after we first met, I found myself packing my bags and moving to Provence. (As you do!).
Today, our flower farm produces 7 hectares of peonies, from which I make dried peony petal confetti. And, we are thrilled to be part of your love stories…