Blossom & Cloth at the Ponte Vedra Friday Farmers Market

Last Friday was Blossom & Cloth’s debut at the Ponte Vedra Farmers Market at Palm Valley Oudoors Bar & Grill. Nestled along the Intracoastal Waterway, this weekly gem buzzes with locals, weekenders, and pups on leashes—exactly the kind of warm, community vibe we love.

The Setup: Lace, Crates & Coastal Charm

I arrived at 8:00 a.m. with a car full of mason jar and kraft wrapped bouquets, a lace tablecloth from my tablescape stash, cream metal bins, and two vintage crates for height. The waterfront breeze was perfect—cool enough to keep the flowers perky, sunny enough to make everything glow.

Inventory & Flower Breakdown

• Wide-mouth quart Mason jars and pint size Mason jars

  
  

  • Romantic Pastel Posy: Playa Blanca roses, peach lisianthus, delphinium, earthtone carnations, astrantia, scabiosa pods, dusty miller, eucalyptus.

  • Burgundy & Blush: Cafe Del Mar roses, burgundy calla lilies, burgundy scabiosas, burgundy and red ranunculus, earthtone carnations, phlox, dusty miller, eucalyptus

  • White Delight: playa blanca roses, delphinium, snapdragons, astrantia, white scabiosa, scabiosa pods, dusty miller, eucalyptus

• Hand-tied seasonal wrapped bouquets

  • Mixed seasonal bunches in kraft paper: roses, chrysantmums, spray carnations, eucalyptus, dahlias, gerbera daisies, chamomile, and solidago

    
    

Personal Reflection

As I packed up the last crate around 2:00 p.m., the waterway still sparkling behind me, I realized this market day had quietly shifted something in me. I’ve spent years arranging flowers in the controlled hush of my home studio—measuring every stem, second-guessing every ribbon. Out here, with the breeze tugging at the lace cloth and strangers leaning in to smell the stock, the work felt suddenly alive in a way spreadsheets and mood boards never capture.

A woman in a navy sun hat paused longest at the Burgundy & Blush jar. She didn’t buy it; instead she told me, voice low, that the deep calla reminded her of her mother’s garden in Savannah—how the color used to stain her fingers when she’d sneak blooms for her bedroom. She left with a wrapped bouqute instead, but the story stayed with me. That’s the part no invoice tracks: the moment a handful of stems becomes a memory someone carries home.

At the end, I drove home with a near empty cooler and a full heart, already planning next week’s mood board in my head. The flowers will change with the seasons, the crates will weather a little more, but this much is clear: Blossom & Cloth isn’t just about the bloom—it’s about the brief, bright intersection where a stranger’s day meets a stem I conditioned at dawn.