About
The Honey Water Garden
We grow a range of cut flowers on a small plot just south of downtown Seattle on ancestral Muckleshoot and Puyallup land. The garden is at the base of Jeff’s grandma’s house, in a brambly gully right on the Puget Sound. What began as two long in-ground beds has expanded to a terraced mix of raised and smaller beds winding down the hill, supplying us with blooms throughout our growing season.
We use regenerative growing practices and a light touch in the garden, caring for the soil, creating habitat for the birds and other creatures we cohabitate with, and letting it be wild within the form we’ve created. We grow a small and slow amount that’s enough for what we need for weddings and events, and allows space for the wildness to come in. A feeling we hope speaks through our designs.
We both grew up in the Seattle area, and feel a deep connection to the waters, trees, mountains, and skies of this place. Seasons and cycles are endless sources of information and inspiration for us. Our flower work comes from this connection with land and time, and our hearts beating along with it all.
Running a flower business is truly very sweet, and there’s always something to learn and be moved by. We’re fortunate to get to share our small purposeful life, and get to play a role in people’s special days. It’s a total joy.
Kaleigh spent years farming and arranging flowers on Orcas Island where she worked for the best people and the island spirit shaped her greatly. She paused her flower endeavors to teach high school horticulture for three years before shifting back into the slower, more tender pace of growing flowers. She loves poetry and quiet places, and loves her friends dearly. You can often find her with petals in her pocket and dirt on her boots.
Jeff was a carpenter for many years and spent years working in restaurants, bartending, and hosting Thursday night dinners with his dear friends. He started doing pottery around the same time we started Honey Water and many of vessels for weddings and drieds are made by him. He’s a friend that says “yes” and reads a poem before dinner. Major weeper, big heart. You can often find him with garden snips in his pocket, admiring a dog across the street.
