Stirred, Not Subdued

The behind-the-scenes brew of Everpine & Petal

Hi. I’m LaShelle.
Writer. Flower farmer. Chronic illness ninja. Sarcasm slinger.
I run on black tea, stubbornness, and seizure medicine.
I built this life on 11.2 glorious acres in the Georgia mountains out of grit, grief, and a compulsion to grow things I probably don’t have time for. Where the frogs sing louder than the WiFi, and aquatic flowers live in above-ground pools and sunken boats because a certain someone (Frank) is obviously a jerk.

This tab? It’s the mud-splattered journal behind the brand.
Not the filtered, floral version—this is the real tea.
Where I talk about why I write (because if I didn’t, I’d probably explode), what keeps me blooming (hint: it’s not balance), and how my husband’s junk becomes strategic bargaining chips.

I’ve raised wildflowers and an even wilder kid. You’ll find stories here about the land, the losses, the laughter, and the learning curves.
You’ll meet the farm animals, peek into pond projects, and watch glorious garden negligence. I’ve battled health crises, bad weather, and bureaucracy, yet still made it to the dinner table.

Why “Stirred, Not Subdued”?

Because I’ve been shaken, bent, bruised, but never erased. I’ve gone without good WiFi and answers, but I’ve never been without insane adventures.
You can whisper your truth, or you can paint it on the shed.
Guess which one I picked?

If you’re looking for curated perfection, keep scrolling.
If you want brutal honesty in the trenches, this is where it lives.

Welcome to Everpine.