welcome to bus stop blooms
a moody little farm gallery
We don’t import moments.
We grow them.
One seed.
One stem.
One season at a time.
The farm is the studio.
The Stand Is The Gallery.
Bus Stop Blooms
welcome to bus stop blooms
a moody little farm gallery
We don’t import moments.
We grow them.
One seed.
One stem.
One season at a time.
The farm is the studio.
The Stand Is The Gallery.
Bus Stop Blooms
Welcome, traveler.
This is Bus Stop Blooms. 12 rows of flowers on a gravel road outside Chillicothe, Missouri, that started with a lot of dreams and not much else.
You plant. You wait. You doubt yourself. You plant some more. You wonder if you should start a peony empire. You check for germination seventeen times.
Then one morning the whole place looks different.
First Year. Growing Season, We’re Happy You’re Here