Dragonheart was born out of my love for the beauty of flowers and the continual joy and delight that I find in growing and sharing them.
Using over two decades of experience and training in organic farming and plant breeding I grow and save seeds from my flowers and ornamental greens using sustainable and generative practices that feed and build the soil and the soil microbiome. My gardens are located on my 5-acre home property where I live with my husband Cameron, young son Oliver, and our fur children Malcolm and Arlo the dogs and Little One the cat. We all delight in playing outside and growing fruit trees, beautiful ornamentals, and food to sustain and nourish ourselves.
I am always seeking out and trying new flowers, looking for unique and gorgeous additions to my garden. I strive to provide and use flowers that are a little different than the norm, always on the lookout for flowers that are astonishing in beauty, texture, color, and form, as well being hardy and robust plants that thrive here in the Pacific Northwest.
I LOVE saving seeds - it’s a miraculous and hopeful process and results in stronger and better adapted plants for my garden and landscape. Many of the plants and flowers I grow are from seeds that I’ve saved the previous year.
“Though I do not believe that a plant will spring up where no seed has been, I have great faith in a seed. Convince me that you have a seed there, and I am prepared to expect wonders.”
-Henery David Thoreau
Dragonheart is nestled on the west side of Chimacum Ridge, right in the heart of the ancestral home of the Chimakum people. There is an old Chimakum tribal legand about the dragon that once lived in these lands:
Long before the coming of Europeans, a dragon lived on an island in Chimacum Valley's Anderson Lake.
When the weather was fine, the dragon would swim ashore to sun himself on Tamanawos Rock. The Chimacum people feared the dragon whose eyes shone with an eerie blue light. They named it Noquiklos, their word for devil.
The warrior Quarlo decided to confront Noquiklos, and paddled to meet the dragon with arrows and a flint knife. The weapons glanced off the dragon's scales, and Noquiklos hissed and fixed Quarlo with a hypnotic stare.
But instead of devouring the warrior, Noquiklos licked his face with a long, red tongue and nestled close by his side. When Quarlo left the island, Noquiklos swam behind and went to live with him on the shore of Scow Bay.
In later years when enemies came to attack Quarlo, Noquiklos destroyed them with streams of fire shot from his eyes. The dragon often swam out into Puget Sound and returned with seal, salmon and other food and riches.
Quarlo prospered and when he died at the age of 200, a broken-hearted Noquiklos plunged into the sea and did not return.