Hello, my dearly beloved flower friends, I’m so glad you’re here.

My maternal grandmother, Alvetta, passed in 2019. Watching her die absolutely changed my life. She was surrounded by her loved ones as she passed away after battling a host of health issues. The peace and comfort I felt emanating from her in her final days is still indescribable. It gives me chills when I think about it. In life she was an incredible woman, having lived through many adversities without one single complaint. She was always so happy I never knew until she died all the hardships she endured. In death she’s become my muse, my inspiration, my ‘why’ behind Alvetta Blooms.

I started Alvetta Blooms Flower Farm in 2021 to honor my grandmother’s memory. I grew all the flowers and sold locally to acquaintances and florists. Not long after I discovered resin and the ability to preserve flowers, forever, and thereby the memories associated with them. My art is memory. Or memory as art.

Fast forward to today and ABFF is way more than just a flower farm. I’m preserving wedding bouquets and memorial flowers in resin, as well as my own garden-grown flowers, and my heart couldn’t be happier. I can feel my grandma’s love in the sweet bumble bees that visit me in the garden, in the warm sunshine that encourages my flowers bloom, in the floral preservations that represent so much more than flowers. The preservations reflect the seasons of human life, encapsulating our most wonderful, and also our most difficult days. This, ladies and gentlemen, THIS is it. This is what ABFF was always supposed to be. A tribute to life, an ode to death, and a celebration of everything in between. These are the bones of ABFF.

All the flower love, Elizabeth Alvetta