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Cut flowers in Vermont's Champlain Valley

est. 2012

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Understory Farm LLC

2076 East Street,

Bridport, VT, 05734,

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802-282-6738 understoryfarmvt@gmail.com

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understoryfarmvt@gmail.com / 802-282-6738

I’m here to suggest that not everything survives a winter like that. And it’s actually ok.

I’m not here to point fingers because we all know that winter has been blamed for enough and that summer is above reproach, and, in truth,

Amongst the wreckage of the world, I’m so grateful for a clear sky and a pile of clear blue stone, every culled flower too far gone, the closest closeness of the people I love and the unconditional loyalty of my pea-brained dog.

We’ve g

There’s all the things I want to share, and then, all the things I need to share, and the line isn’t always obvious to my metamorphic brain.

I need to mention that we have flowers for this theater filled weekend, that I’m hiring o

My place is here. The intergranular egress between the bedrock and the sky. I like it here. Even in a month as temperamental as March.

For me, my place is to tell my story and no one else’s. A story that represents my experience and my busine

I’m a visual person. I don’t really understand things that are absent of shape and color and animated feeling. Springtime is the interlude before your eyes can adjust to the dull brightness after staring at the snow for three months. It&r

The first flowers of the year opened up the same day I got my front teeth smashed in. I gave them to the doctors as an offering. The flowers, not the teeth. When they asked me how it happened I told them about greenhouses and forcing bulbs and coolin

I went outside to check on the heaters and I saw a rabbit in the sky. It’s the first airborne rabbit I’d ever seen. When I yelled out, and when the snow owl dropped her, and when the bed of snow cushioned her landing, I remembered how pri

Nothing stays hidden for long in this kind of cold. All of us, humans and animals alike, heave to the surface.

I’ve been noticing all of the particulars. The density of smoke, the meandering of paws in the snow, the accumulation of trash, all