~ Under the Sugar Maple ~

I could say that it all started under a tree...the huge, old sugar maple that we exchanged vows under....the same tree that I first photographed while in its' seasonal burst of color before going into a winter sleep. There, by the roots, was where I first dared to plant something of my own on this property that has been in Tim's family for 5 generations. Really....it was a promise of dreaming together, I think, that started under the sugar maple.

And as I gazed at all of our trees during this week of other worldliness filled with hoar frost and freezing fog, I am grateful down to the tips of my toes for the trees in all of their enthusiastic demonstration of birth, living and dying.

It is under their boughs and with their example that this farm experience has lit into ideas...ideas to dreams ...and inspired dreams to reality.

If you know me even a little, you know that I am a speech pathologist...that that had been my singular dream showing up at the age of 10 and, of which, has yet to fully stop yapping in my ear. But my love for partnering with the earth, honoring the seasonal changes....has made me fully appreciate eating what it provides when it provides it and making so very many concoctions after they too have grown and blossomed in harmony with the earth's rhythms.

We started a business this year...a small business with all of the "busyness" and scruples of making things pure and from the heart. I have been both surprised and overjoyed to find creating like a drum beat in my ear urging me out of bed on the weekends....anxious to "play" and find new things to make that bear the farm's signature with fresh and dry ingredients directly from our ground.

And there in lies the birth and beginning of another branch in the life of our 'tree"....Tim and I are thrilled to introduce

FIVE DOGS AND FRUIT TREES

We invite you to join us as this dream grows and changes as our farm does the same.