09/06/2026
With a full heart and a few tears, I want to share that this will be the last season for Tipsy Barn Farms, at least in the way you have come to know and love it. 🌱💚
Life has a way of changing seasons on us—sometimes before we’re quite ready.
This little farm has been so much more than vegetables, flowers, pumpkins, squash, and a roadside stand. It has been hard work, muddy boots, sunrises, storms, lessons, laughter, failures, abundance, community, and a whole lot of love poured into the soil.
There were years I wondered if anything would grow. And years when everything seemed to grow at once. 😂 There were crop failures, weather disasters, weeds that appeared to have a personal vendetta against me, and moments where I questioned my own sanity for voluntarily choosing agriculture.
But there were also beautiful moments.
People stopping by.
Kids picking pumpkins.
Conversations with strangers who became friends.
The simple joy of growing something from a tiny seed and placing it into someone else’s hands.
Tipsy Barn Farms was built from a dream, and I will forever be grateful for everyone who supported that dream.
Due to some significant life changes and a new season unfolding for our family, I have made the difficult decision that this will be our final season of produce farming for now.
I don’t say that as a goodbye filled with sadness alone.
I believe deeply that sometimes God asks us to release something good—not because it was a mistake, but because He is making room for what comes next.
So this isn’t necessarily goodbye forever.
It’s simply an acknowledgment that seasons change.
For now, we’re going to finish this season with gratitude, enjoy what the land still has to give, and celebrate everything this little farm has been.
Thank you to every person who stopped at the stand, bought produce, shared a post, encouraged me after a rough growing season, or simply believed in this crazy little farm dream.
You helped make Tipsy Barn Farms something incredibly special. ❤️
And who knows…
A seed planted in good soil has a funny way of coming back when the season is right. 🌱
Here’s to the final harvest—and to whatever God has planted next.
With love and gratitude,
Crystal
