Gratitude Notes

Hilda's Gardens would not exist without many others and the countless contributions of  time, energy and love that have been given with open hearts. To those that have touched this multi-years effort to create a flower farm, I bow down to you with gratitude and a full heart. Hilda's Gardens has been decades in the making.  We had a lot to live and learn first. We grow flowers and  tubers. We work hard, its good work. Its the kind of work that lets one end a day and say "yeah, that was a good one".

Behind the curtain of these lit electronic pages of words, is an unseen community of cool cats. 

Thanks first to the land herself. Without our earth mother, nothing would grow. Not even us.

Thanks to the  Kalapuya tribe and their marks left upon this land. We feel you every day we touch this earth.  We plant flowers to bloom for the ancestors.

Thanks to Life for the direct experience educations that led us to here. Nothing is wasted.

Thanks to Mr.  Wendell Berry of Kentucky. Your words left their mark on our young souls. We too felt that a long slow dance with land was a worthy effort.

Thanks to the Berg family who first planted the orchard and built the house. You were way ahead of your time--or way behind. Its hard to say for sure.

Thanks to the others that left their marks on the farm , and cared for it, before our arrival.

Thanks to a previous family business that was hard. It taught us skills we would need years later. Skills needed now in this changing time. It brought the flash of resources to make the ridiculousness of "buying a farm" a reality. This is a place to be shared as a result. We are merely stewards. We, too, are temporary.

Thank you to good neighbors who know when to bring the paint, pour the wine and help fix your door. Community is everything. Without it, we are nothing. Its a slow build.

Thank you for the ones who labored extra in wet muddy boots and laughed as they did so.

Thank you to each of the artists, the dreamers and those who have inspired and played here.

 Thank you to the ones that listened to me kick and swear and still hiked beside me, went to the river, poured a whiskey once or twice without question when the whole effort looked like it was on fire--hell, we did have fire. But that's another story.

Thanks for the pains and losses endured here. Deaths and endings  of all kinds have we seen. It brings the compost for the Life garden.

Thanks to the ones who have come to walk amongst the flowers, to sigh, to love, to see the fairies, to play Marco Polo for a moment amongst the blooms. Thanks to those that helped to coax forth the long held secret garden from within.

Thanks to family and new friends--and to the really special guys who made this website tech work. There would be nothing to see without them. 

And thank you to those that buy our tubers now and help create more beauty  in the world. 

All of this is in the garden.

There is room for everyone and everything  in a true garden. 

Thank you most of all to the Great Unknown for what is still yet to unfold here amongst the flowers.

Now, lets all go play in the dirt some more!

Salud!