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Understory Farm

2076 East Street Bridport, VT 05734

Email us: understoryfarmvt@gmail.com

802-282-6738

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Understory Farm LLC

2076 East Street,

Bridport, VT, 05734,

United States

802-989-2141 understoryfarmvt@gmail.com

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Fri 8am-5pm

understoryfarmvt@gmail.com / 802-282-6738

In December, everyone leaves, and it doesn’t come as a surprise how difficult a person I am to manage unsupervised. I did my last fresh flower delivery the last day of November and then I started a fire that hasn’t quit since.

When I di

I cut the very last of the heirloom chrysanthemums today to hoard for nothing in particular. Right before the single digit cold arrives this week. The kind of cold that can swim through solids and grow a second coat on the cat.

Almost a year ago, l

When we started this farm on someone else’s land, lots of years ago, the old guy would perch himself in the barn and shoot sparrows with birdshot. Something about natives and invasives, tradition and protection. I remember this time of year wit

The first snow happened and then unhappened before I could load a new roll of film. I just got attached to the summer, the people around me, the nightly tick checks, the constant growing and dying of everything when the days are endless. The best way

I’ve been thinking about this seven foot tall chrysanthemum and all the places it’s been. I got the cutting from a flower farm that went out of business who inherited it from another farm that went out of business who got it from a breede

We’re teaming up again! Farmer, florist, restaurateur, friends. This time, to roll around in everlastings.

Two weeks from today, I’m rolling out all of our collected summer blooms to share and enjoy and create. I hope you can join us on

I love all the gold flowers most of all. Gold is the pear tree, the ginkgo, the cicatrix from a chain, my one broken tooth, and the complexion of this fleshy topography between the loudness of day and the loneliness at night. Gold is the one survivin

Here are the last couple moments before everything bottomed out. The dahlias went inward. The bedrock is waiting to be fed. I start to feel like I have a little more space to go there myself.

Every year, as a farmer, you get a new chance. Nothing&r