Today I opened a manila envelope that held something I’ve poured my entire heart into: the first sample of my coffee table book. I was so nervous to peel it open. It felt like opening a glowing Bible — radiating energy, truth, and everything I’ve lived through.

Turning those pages was emotional. Surreal. I did it.

Most people don’t know this, but during the last months of my dad’s life, he told me something wild. On his third visit before he passed, he said, “You’re going to write a book.” I thought he was crazy. I’m not a writer.

But the second visit, he told me a secret:
“Jenny… you think you don’t know how to write, but you were born a writer. Your mother writes. Your father writes. Your stepmom writes. Your stepdad is a photographer. It’s in your blood. You’ll write a book because one day, you’ll be seen.”

I shrugged it off for years—until I met my agent and whispered this insane message my dad gave me. And suddenly, everything clicked.

Writing this book felt like picking up the phone and telling someone a really good story. I poured every ounce of my soul into it. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done… and when I finished, it felt like every drop of lemon juice had been squeezed out of me in the best way possible.

That moment sparked the idea for High Tea.
That idea helped me become the florist for the Fairmont Hotel.
And somehow… this unbelievable chain of events just kept unfolding.

All because I didn’t give up.

Before I ever wrote a single page, the world’s largest publisher bought my book. Every major retailer ordered it — Target, Walmart, Barnes & Noble, Amazon — not just in the U.S., but worldwide. And now I’m officially on a six-month press campaign for a book that doesn’t even come out until March 17.

And to be honest… many people don’t know I have social anxiety. Writing this book made me meet my imposter syndrome face-to-face.

But my community — you — carried me through it.
Every customer who walks into my shop comes with a story: cancer, pregnancy loss, anxiety, heartbreak, healing, hope, weddings, funerals, fresh starts… all the real reasons flowers matter.

This book is for everyone who doesn’t get to meet me in person.

And speaking of meeting me… no, Magical Blooms did not burn down. My front doors were cracked open by the fire department and destroyed, but the inside is untouched. Not one teacup broke. Not one flower design was harmed.

That door is a metaphor for life:
People can try to break you, but your soul — your true inside — stays whole. My store stands exactly as it should. I just need a new door.

And just like you can’t judge a book by its cover, my book cover is powerful, emotional, and so me.

Thank you for letting me share this journey.
Thank you for letting me be part of your celebrations, your losses, your milestones, your healing, your friendships.
Thank you for supporting my dreams.

My book is officially on pre-sale, and apparently the more pre-orders, the more the publisher loves you — which makes me laugh, but also… thank you. It truly helps more than you know. Just a heads up, it won’t arrive until March 17.

I’ll share so much more in the spring.
For now, just know how grateful I am for you — for saying hi, for trusting me with your flowers, and for being my friend.

I love you all.
Thank you for being part of this story with me.

If you’d like the link to pre-order my book, here it is:
https://www.hachettebookgroup.com/titles/jenny-barker/flower-energy/9780762489060/