Starting a Cut Flower Business

Follow the Maiv Flower Farm as it grows.

By Pa Thao
Updated on May 1, 2026
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by Pa Thao

Starting a cut flower business can be a tough road, especially for refugees. Follow an intergenerational farm as it fulfills a dream and transforms trauma into a sense of belonging.

Maiv Flower Farm didn’t begin as a business idea. It began as my mom’s dream, shaped by an unfulfilled longing for land.

My family are refugees of the Secret War in Laos, a conflict that forced Hmong people from our ancestral homelands into lives defined by survival, displacement, and rebuilding. For my mom, land was never about property. It represented belonging and continuity.

When we arrived in the United States in 1994, farming became the first way my mom learned how to survive. She grew vegetables that would be used for dishes that reminded her of home. These were vegetables that couldn’t be found in grocery stores, plants whose seeds carried memory and familiarity in a place that felt unfamiliar in every other way.

As a single mother of seven children, five of us under 18, she didn’t see farming as a hobby or a choice. It was survival. Growing our own food meant fewer meals purchased and fewer dollars spent, a direct way to keep us fed when resources were scarce. Through farming, my mom provided not only physical nourishment, but also emotional grounding, anchoring our family in routine, purpose, and resilience when everything else felt unstable. Tending the land allowed her to re-create a sense of home while we learned to navigate a new country, language, and way of life.

We farmed together on borrowed land. No matter how much labor we poured into the soil, ownership remained out of reach. At 14, helping as an interpreter when my mom began selling at the local farmers market, I didn’t yet have the language to understand what this meant. I only knew that we planted, harvested, and then moved from one side of town to another, from one plot to the next. We invested deeply in land that was never quite ours, including raspberry fields we planted in the fall and left behind a few years later. What I understand now is that I was inheriting more than farming skills. I was inheriting a dream my mother carried – the dream of owning the ground beneath our feet and building a life on it.

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