That land in Area 52 (right next door to Area 51) that you got such a great deal on is certainly big enough for all sorts of cut flower crops, but there is one thing missing…WATER. Yeah, that's a little important. Those aliens are not exactly the cheap labor sort, and the closest wholesale markets seem to be light years away.
The coast of San Mateo County in California is a much better location, with major highways and wholesale markets nearby. The problem is that all those acres of rare voodoo lilies are rare for a reason. They stink. No, seriously—they're putrid. They rely on flies for pollination, so they smell like, well…like what flies want things to smell like. You couldn't sell enough of them to pay for a bus ticket out of there.
The Willamette Valley was a good move. There is no shortage of water. Access to highways and markets is good. Labor is a bit expensive, but worth it. Your mostly white carnations are always in demand, since they are the most versatile and standard of cut flowers that can be dyed for any occasion. Revenue is good enough to cover all overhead, and bring in considerable profit as well. Your employees are as well fed as you are. Hence all the protruding bellies.
The white carnations were great, but were just the beginning. They brought in enough revenue to get started on riskier but more lucrative crops. It all started with expansion of the red and purple carnation crops. Then the Peruvian lilies came in. Now the callas and gladiolus are getting put out into the open fields. It took a quite a bit of work to get this far and to be able to afford to expand, but it all should pay off well and rather soon. You surprise your wife with a beautiful bouquet of hundred dollar bills.
Diego Rivera could not have dreamed of such floral abundance. Your vast flower fields and greenhouse ranges are spectacular. The market takes anything that you want to grow. The extraterrestrial market could use a whole lot more of those voodoo lilies if you would be willing to grow them. Revenue is great. Crews are happy. Who could have guessed that growing flowers could be so much fun?