06/01/2026
After a 20-year marathon, I’ve made the hard decision that this will be my final season running the CSA at Restoration Farm. Whether or not this is my final season at all depends on the emergence of a succession plan. Here’s why…
Dan and I launched the farm determined to build something sustainable, but our success was powered by a unique combination of factors. Back in 2007, we were welcomed by Nassau County. We were willing to put our backs on the line. Customer expectations were modest, and various volunteers pitched in. Twenty years later, much has changed. Our backs are getting creaky. Nassau County is not the partner it once was. We’ve raised the bar of customer expectations, but labor remains inconsistent. What’s more, the farm could use a big capital infusion. A young farmer might welcome these challenges as we once did, but Dan and I have arrived at a fork in the road. With two kids on the cusp of college, and retirement to prepare for, we need to make the most of our remaining years in the workforce. I wish I could stay another 20 years, but I cannot labor as hard as I once did, or pin my hopes on transient labor. That chapter is ending. It’s time for the next chapter to begin.
I spent the previous winter travelling around in the hopes of finding a successor—or a plan. There were promising leads and dead ends, leading me to the conclusion that until I step down, no one will step up. So I don’t know what comes next, but I’m ready to stand aside and see what fills the void. Whether it’s another vegetable farm, or farm-based education, I simply want farming to continue. I should note that the farm is not ours to pass on—only Nassau County can do that. But Restoration Farm is now a turn-key operation, and there’s reason to believe the County will support a qualified successor, should one step up.
Farming is the ultimate gamble—and the ultimate expression of hope. This week, as CSA members pick strawberries from beds planted last year, our crew will tend to new beds planted for next year. I don’t know who next year’s stewards will be, but as this bittersweet season unfolds, I’m propelled by the hope that if you plant it, they will come.
—Caroline