Our story
A half-acre,
a thousand dahlias.
Boght Family Farm began on a cracked clay corner of family land that nobody knew quite what to do with. We dug it by hand, planted three hundred tubers, and prayed for rain.
Seven seasons later, we are still small on purpose. No imports. No air-freight. No mystery roses from another continent. Every stem you carry home was alive in our field this morning, fed by our well water and the same fog you walked through to find us.
What started as flowers became flowers and more — a flower truck for parties, landscaping for neighbors, a corner of vintage finds at the stand. Different services, same hands.
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