Between the Sugar Creek and the Wildcat Creek you’ll find the most fertile land in Indiana, known as the Twelve-Mile Prairie. Our farm lies in the center of this unique land and has been farmed by our families since 1944. The Anderson Family Flower Farm has a rich history connected to the land we farm and the generations of family memories created at our homestead. We are a diversified working farm, raising corn, soybeans, and now flowers.
Our passion for the prairie comes from the sky. The landscape is expansive, the horizon is unobstructed, and the views go on for miles. Everyday we are greeted by an awe-inspiring sunrise that makes the morning dew glisten, greeting our day with beauty and grace. As we work our fields and unpretentiously care for our land, we end each day in front of the breathtaking sunsets that paint the sky with rich, bold colors of orange and red; followed by a star-lit sky that makes your mind wander and dream.
We rely on God’s goodness as we faithfully continue to farm this great land. Some days, we notice the smell of the air changes, rain must be on the horizon. We pick up our tools, and take a seat on the porch as we watch the rain clouds in the distance. Only on the prairie can you watch a rainstorm approaching from miles away, after soaking the thirsty land it leaves to water the distant fields. On this farm, we celebrate the weather, the seasons, and the fertility of the land. The daily tending of our flowers is a labor of love. Our flowers are grown in soil of untouched prairie. The natural fertility and the prairie winds make our flowers strong and healthy. Our growing practices also come from the sky, as we rely on the lunar cycle to guide us. We plant, fertilize and harvest according to the moon, an age old farming practice passed down for generations.
We have been farming and making memories on our farm for four generations. Now we are growing flowers and invite you to bring your families out to the farm to create your own memories and see why we love the Twelve-Mile Prairie we call home.
The farmer sows the word. (Mark 4:14)