Ramble On

Ramble On

As a photographer, my morning walkabout on the farm —half-awake, half-dressed, camera and coffee in hand—is a ritual so deeply infused into my day that I can’t imagine a morning without it. There will be newness always among the familiar bones and beds: the nicotiana that opened its perfumed throat in the darkness, the bees asleep in the deep, pollen-dusted folds of celosia, the tracks and grazing of night foragers...and the light moving through the flower fields, different and unique each day. No matter what kind of night I’ve had, this ramble sets it right.

My heart and mind are always opened wide by this place, by the possibility of cultivating and creating beauty, of being in community, of inspiring others to walk lightly and mindfully on this fragile earth.

We try to honor the privilege of being stewards of this magical landscape by opening our gates to the public from June through October ~ with our beauty + wellness apothecary @cultivateapothecary, our supper programs @dirtkitchenny, our weekly yoga in the flower farm, as well as workshops, events, and educational outreach programs.

And we feel there’s so much more to come. Our lives have been transformed by circumstance in the past few years, and one thing we know for sure ~ in the sobering and uncertain present ~ is that people want more agency over their lives: They want to be more resourceful, they want to grow their own gardens and cook their own food. They want to cultivate beauty and wellness. They want fulfillment beyond the usual and outdated tropes of success. I saw this last season at the farm: so much interest, curiosity and desire.

The time is right for an aspirational effort to cultivate a deeper, more connected, more meaningful life, and we’re here for you.

 

Photography by Matthew Benson Foto


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