09/03/2026
When people find out I have a farm, the first question is always: what do you grow? It throws me every time. The list is too long, and then I second-guess myself — what do I grow? (I’m wildly ADHD, so bear with me.) 🌾
I grow what I love.
Flowers — the strange and wondrous ones you’ll never find in a supermarket, especially natives. Medicine — plants are my allies and my ancestors were witches. Herbal tea, because drinking the nutrients in the land fuels me and I want to share it. Grasses and grains, ancient and unglamorous, the quiet backbone of the land. Habitat — usually for monarchs, though this year it’s queen butterflies who’ve claimed the milkweed — plus a whole cast of pollinators, birds, wayward peacocks, and squirrels.
I’m growing kids with land literacy — who can collect their own seeds, turn whatever’s ripe that week into a snack, and know that lacewings eat the bad bugs so we don’t have to spray.
I grow trees. I tend a slowly repairing forest of hackberry, ash, mulberry, vitex, and a smattering of fruit trees.
I grow wonder. I grow beauty.
You won’t find me at farmers markets — this isn’t a stand-you-can-visit-anywhere kind of farm. You have to come here to see it. There’s a whole community growing up around this place, and you’re invited in — Women’s Garden Guild on Wednesday mornings, our women’s circles, pop-ups, Farm School — or from a distance as a newsletter subscriber or donor.
Thanks for being part of it.