05/30/2026
A little introduction ~
If you don’t know me, I’m Amy. I often refer to myself as Farmer Amy or Amy Springhouse. My identity is so closely tied to my farm sometimes I feel like I’m a walking extension of it.
My happy place is in the dirt. Even growing up outside of NYC, I was never a city girl. I always felt most at home in nature where my peace was found in solitude, observing the natural world.
The question I’m asked the most (and the one I have the hardest time answering) is “why farming”? How can I answer this?? Farming is a feeling - of victory and despair, gratitude and humility, abundance and failure, community and isolation.
But more than anything, farming forces me to be 100% present in the moment. Phone down, hands deep in the soil planting, listening to birds singing or the rooster crowing, assessing the sky for a daily weather report. The dogs barking, sounding the alarm. The smell of the fresh mint as its cut. The sun gently warming my skin while the mountain breeze cools it. Farming engages all the senses, everyday. To be a good farmer you must pay attention.
In this fast-paced age we live in, it is nice to slow down, as nothing ever happens “quickly” in farming. Patience is cultivated after planting the seed and waiting for the first bloom … and nothing lasts forever!! Enjoy what is here today because tomorrow it may be gone.
The tough times, which there are plenty, teach resilience. Farming and cultivating the earth have brought people together; communities are formed around the act of growing food. In our modern times we’ve forgotten where food comes from, and for some of us, it is our calling to remember, learn and teach.
Farming is truly the most beautiful act of hope, determination, and gratitude. I am proud to call myself a farmer 💚 and I thank everyone who has walked with me on this journey!
