Hi.

I'm Vanessa. I run this joint*. I'm happy to be your farmer and the holder-of-magical-Make-Time space. I wear a lot of hats in my life, but in this photo I'm wearing my favorite. A gift from Grandma, it's been on my head since my first farm apprenticeship in 2006. I have no idea how I am going to cope when it disintegrates completely.

I've lived out here for twelve years now, and have come to truly believe the wisdom experienced farmers and country dwellers shared when I first arrived: Wait. The land will talk to you. Over seasons you'll learn. And I have...where the winter winds blow and just how the snow drifts, the low spots, my weed companions - just to name a few. This little slice of land, and learning to work with it, is teaching me so much about patience, paying attention, and letting life arrive at its own pace. 

Moving to the farm has been far more than just figuring out how to most sustainably grow food from this soil, but also how to be a good country neighbor (I grew up a city kid), how to ask for help (I have no large equipment of my own yet), and how to feel confident I belong here (I do!). This is a life-long learning project, but count me in.

I'm glad you're here. I hope we can connect.

* The only reason I can run this farm is thanks to the help of my supportive wife who does all the mowing, ridiculous dog who rolls in poop, generous neighbors, and thoughtful mentors. It really does take a village.