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Understory Farm LLC
2076 East Street,
Bridport, VT, 05734,
United States
802-282-6738 understoryfarmvt@gmail.com
Hours
Fri 8am-5pm

understoryfarmvt@gmail.com / 802-282-6738

This summer has been rich with every feeling imaginable. I’m grateful for every clumsy pigeon blue sky murmuration, every overnight rain, each and every hug and act of love, the whip of light on readied flowers, this special group of people tha
I’m leaving for Maine this morning. I got up at four and made the checklist and printed the invoices and sent the availability for next week and got the van on the road and felt the sun slowly warm across my face, from left to right, from ochre
This morning I loaded the van, delivered the flowers, ate breakfast, savored a cornichon and watched a pile of clouds cumulate widely. It made me think about being held, holding someone else, the way bodies hold bodies until the lines disappear, the
So far, I’ve learned a whole lot of nothing this summer. I don’t know anything about birds, or hydrology or biology, or why it’s a mast year for the pine cones, or why the frictionless river bottom feels like home, or why the jewe
The business of business is not my forte. I tend to give more product away than what I should, work more than what a body should bear, promote less and write more feverish nonsense, let a productive field go feral, let the ragweed scatter, the milkwe
I love the grasses. I love their fortitude. I love that they don’t complain about the avoidant rain, or the baked clay or the insufferable heat. They’re like that friend, who’s been through all the same hard things you’ve been
If and when I’m not here, there will be, I’m convinced without a doubt, breadseed poppies growing from every unmade fold on this little slice of land. Even with a week of thick fire smoke and lightning sky and floral overwhelm, this tho
Last week was smashed fingers and long days and power outages and missed connections and cold rivers and dusty air and one brief call about who to give your flowers to if you suddenly leave this world. It’s only Monday morning, but I have a g