Foxhound Flower Farm
Get in touch with the season.
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About the Farm

Foxhound Flower Farm is a family farm in Lillington, North Carolina currently growing cut flowers and run by Ashley and her dad, Scott Johnson. We focus on specialty flowers like ranunculus, anemone, lisianthus and dahlias. We also grow many other annuals and perennials. Check out what’s in season currently and why being in touch with the season is so important to us. Our flowers are grown and sold in Southeastern NC. You can find our flowers at several places around Wilmington and Fuquay Varina, NC and we offer a CSA flower subscription. We also sell directly to local florists who make your dreams come true on special occasions. Scroll down to read about the legendary man behind our name.

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Cack Johnson

Our farm and Foxhound Flowers is because of and in the name of my great-grandfather, Caswell Johnson, known by his friends as Cack and by his family as Papa—although he made little distinction between the two (friends and family). He was a man with more energy for life than anyone I have ever met. Like most others from his time in our part of the country, Papa was a tobacco farmer. He spent majority of his time on this earth in the hot tobacco fields that surround Foxhound Flower Farm, but this was long before our farm grew flowers. Our family farm has been many things. My great-grandfather started in tobacco, my grandfather raised hogs and my father and his brother did the same until a future in small-scale hog farming began to be much more difficult to achieve and so they went off to college. There was always a vegetable garden we ate from, chickens for laying (except for years the coyotes ate them all) and horses for riding. From time to time there have been cows, goats (my Sugar and Spice pictured above), sheep, mini horses, a donkey, and at one point we added an additional four ponds with the vague idea of farming fish. Then there were my personal favorite, Papa’s foxhounds.

Papa was completely and totally obsessed with fox hunting. It is a big sport where I’m from. Men raise their hounds from puppies and train them to sniff out the scent of a fox, track it and tree it. I loved those hounds so much I could squeeze each one to death (pictured above is me trying to do just that). The point is not to kill the fox. My dad says men like Papa just like to listen to the dogs, which to anyone else might sound loud and awful like 10,000 fingernails on a chalkboard. I know this is true because when Papa was older and no longer had foxhounds, someone he used to hunt with brought over a recording of a hunt. Just a sound recording, not video, but when Papa listened to it, he would close his eyes and smile. Men who love it as Papa did see the chaos of a herd of dogs barking crazily at a fox in a tree with pride for their hounds working as one perfect unit to do a job.

All this is to say that Foxhound Flower Farm is named for a man I admire and love dearly and after something that he loved dearly. My great-grandfather took pleasure in the simplicity of life. It doesn’t mean it was always easy, but he genuinely didn’t feel a need for anything more than what he had. He found so much joy in the world around him every single day and that’s what Foxhound Flowers are all about.