WELCOME TO THE FIELD

GRACEFULLY GROWN,
WILDLY REMEMBERED.

An old red barn sitting at the edge of a field, backed by trees, at Quinnfield Gardens.

Where roots were placed

The Farm

Quinnfield Gardens began in 2021 with a cross-country move and a dream of planting roots in new soil. We took a leap during one of the most uncertain times and found home on 28 acres of mountainside, where wild woods and tall evergreens frame open pasture and a spring-fed creek flows through the trees. Tucked at the far edge of the field, beside our old red barn and the tiniest of greenhouses, is where our flower garden lives. It’s a place that feels both secret and sacred. A place made for growing.

More wilderness than landscape, our home came with a foundation garden that was overgrown and untamed. We cleared it back to dirt and replanted from bulb, root and seed. This small beginning led to tilling up the field garden (where even our cattle dog couldn’t resist stealing the good stuff) and in time, has grown into a vision rooted in purpose.

A digital inkwork style sketch of a lisianthus stem.

A NEW GROWING SEASON IN THE FIELD

The FLOWERS

Since 2021, we’ve grown countless flowers, adding new varieties to the field each year. Some still bloom with wild abandon. Others have made space for what comes next.

Quinnfield is now centered around a single cut flower: lisianthus. Chosen not for scale or trend, but for depth, beauty and the challenge it brings. This isn’t about doing less. It’s about digging deep and doing the work well. Focusing on one flower encourages attention to the smallest details, to learn patience and to trust the growth that’s happening long before it’s visible.

The seeds are sown. Seedlings have emerged and field rows are built. We’ll continue sharing as the season grows. For now, we’re here with hands in the dirt and a watchful eye on the grow tent. Allowing the season to unfold in its own time.

Bandit, our cattle dog, proudly prancing with a zucchini in the field.

It started here. A small garden and a cattle dog with a taste for zucchini.

There’s more to the story than the field and the flowers. For those curious about how we got here, we share more of our journey on the journal.

Bandit, our cattle dog, intensely watching the field at sunset.

A coyote howling in the night on the field at Quinnfield Gardens.

the wild spirit

THE COWBOY COYOTE

Yes! The cowboy coyote is part of the story. He’s a hat tip to all the wild that roams these hills and to Bandit, our clever, ever-curious cattle dog (who couldn’t stop stealing zucchini). A little mischief, a lot of heart. The very kind of wild we aim to keep alive, even in our most cultivated rows.

This is our field. Our flowers.
Our story, still unfolding.

–Quinnfield Gardens

WILD IN EVERY PETAL.

Quinnfield is a specialty cut flower farm located in East Tennessee. We grow for florists and designers, for wildflower romantics and for anyone who knows: the best things in life don’t bloom overnight.