Christa Sinclair
September 2025
Petals, Picnics, and Pinch-Me Moments: Our 2025 You-Pick Season So Far
From Frost Warnings to Full Bouquets
The 2025 You-Pick season didn’t exactly tiptoe in gracefully. She stumbled in late, dragging her feet, like a teenager being asked to mow the lawn, and then threw in not one but two frost advisories right before our biggest weekend ever. Typical Saskatchewan... always dramatic in weather and always keeping me on my toes.
And yet, as always, the blooms had the last word. Once they decided to show up, they showed up big.
A Season Already Full of Firsts
The first weekend felt like a soft whisper. A few curious stems, a few cautious visitors, everyone testing the waters after a soggy summer, and a very late start. It wasn’t what I’d imagined, but in hindsight, it was the perfect prelude.
Because then came this past weekend, and it was one for the books.
Saturday:
We hosted a private group of ladies who had won a Ladies’ Night Out prize package we donated earlier in the year. They came ready for a floral adventure, and left with armfuls of flowers, full hearts, and cocktail glasses emptied under the wide prairie sky. We prepped a picnic charcuterie, poured drinks, and watched as laughter filled the rows. It was the kind of morning that makes you forget every muddy, messy, chaotic day it took to get here.
Sunday:
A record-shattering day. We welcomed 37 women across four time slots (10 am, 2 pm, 4pm & 6pm). To put that in better perspective, last year, our very first year offering guided You-Picks, the most we had in a single day was eight. Eight ladies snipping blooms and chatting among the rows felt huge at the time. and i as soo grateful for every single group. And this year? We’re nearly five times that number, and it’s only our second weekend.
(If you’re wondering,anf followed us on social media, yes, last year’s “scavenger hunt free-for-all” still holds its own category. Pure chaos. Zero regrets.)
This Next Week:
And the excitement doesn’t stop here. This week we’ll host another private group picnic, this time for a 70th birthday celebration, and honestly, I can’t think of a more perfect milestone. Imagine ringing in your seventh decade surrounded by flowers, good food, and people you love. That’s my idea of a proper party.
Looking ahead, we’ve still got two time slots available for this coming Sunday. My only request? That the weather behaves. Not the temperature this time, the blooms can handle a chill, but the rain. Precipitation is not invited to this party.
Why It Feels So Special
I cannot express how surreal it is to see people gathering here, year after year, in a place we’ve been building with our own hands for three seasons now.
It’s the culmination of hours spent weeding, planting, mulching, praying, pivoting, and yes, worrying. And then, suddenly, you’re standing there under the patio lights with clippers in hand, watching a group of strangers laugh like old friends, and you realize: this is exactly why we do it.
Every summer, I have to pinch myself. Because what was once a daydream is now a living, blooming reality. We’re turning a hundred-year-old farmhouse yard and a patch of Saskatchewan dirt into something people actually come to visit.
It’s magical, honestly. The kind of magic that sneaks up on you. Crickets chirping in the background, the smell of fresh-cut stems, the prairie sunset painting the sky in pink and gold.
Just the other night, as I was tilling the yard to prepare for an event, I stopped. Shut off the machine. And just stood there in the hum of it all. Taking it in. Remembering that this, right here, is the dream.
Always Dreaming, Always Building
But if you know me, you know I don’t sit still for long. While I adore this season, I’m already sketching in my head what’s next.
Case in point: an old building I discovered tucked away in one of our bin yards. It’s weathered and worn, and to most people, it probably looks like scrap waiting for the burn pile. But me? I see possibility. I can already picture the perfect spot for it in the yard, already imagine the way it’ll anchor another little corner of our farm.
Do I dream bigger than is practical? Absolutely. Do I get ahead of myself? Constantly. But that’s how we’ve made it this far. By holding onto visions that sometimes only I can see. Until they’re standing there in real life, string lights overhead, flowers blooming at their feet.
What’s Next
For now, we keep showing up. Each weekend, clipboards in hand, clippers at the ready, patio lights strung, coolers filled with drinks, and hearts full.
There’s something addictive about this rhythm, welcoming people, watching them scatter into the rows, hearing the little gasps when they find the flower that speaks to them.
And as much as I joke about frost warnings and rain delays, this season has already taught me (again) that it’s not about perfection. It’s about presence. About letting people step into a dream we’ve been tending, and letting them carry a little piece of it home in their bouquets.
So here’s to frost warnings, to record-breaking weekends, to birthday picnics and late-night sunsets. Here’s to old buildings waiting to be transformed. And here’s to never quite believing how lucky we are to be building this dream, one bouquet at a time.
Grateful
I just want to say how grateful I am for every single person who shows up with a smile, a friend (or two), and the willingness to wander the rows with me.
You are the reason this little dream keeps stretching, season after season.
What began as a muddy patch of dirt I stared at from my window, the very same room I turned into Clementine’s space during the lockdowns, has grown into a true gathering place. A place for celebrations and quiet moments, for laughter under the patio lights, and (I hope) for a little bit of amazement too. And while I can’t promise the weather will always behave (this is Saskatchewan, after all), I can promise that every time you visit, you’re stepping into something built with heart, grit, and more than a few pinch-me moments.
Happy Picking
P.S.
P.S. If you’re dreaming of your own evening under the lights (or a Sunday morning with armfuls of blooms), you can book your You-Pick spot directly through this link.
Limited dates & times are available, and they go fast.
All photos courtesyof : Helenka Bernard Photogaphy
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