One garden. One grower.

Scramble started the way most real things do — not on a roadmap.

One garden. One grower. Beds dug at night under string lights, seeds started on a folding table, mornings that smell like soil before they smell like anything else.

This is not a flower shop. There is no warehouse, no wholesaler, no supply chain. There is a backyard in Lodi and someone who tends it with the same attention she once gave to boardrooms.

The flowers are sold because sharing them is the point. A stem on your kitchen island. Color at your door. A reason to slow down on a walk and notice that someone nearby is growing something beautiful on purpose.

That is what Scramble is. A garden that gives back to its neighborhood, one bundle at a time.