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Understory Farm LLC
2076 East Street,
Bridport, VT, 05734,
United States
802-989-2141 understoryfarmvt@gmail.com
Hours
Fri 8am-5pm

understoryfarmvt@gmail.com / 802-282-6738

I realize, despite all the mayhem of daily life, not much changes in September. The light still tilts the same, the birds still appreciate my subpar farming efforts, the panic texts crash in and heart hands float out, the clematis eats everything ali
I went to my little country store today and bought some things to air-fry. I saw my friend Betsy. She’s always vacuuming the store at the end of her shift. She asked how I was, and I said, amazing. I asked how she was, and she said, it’s
The fastest way to dispel the charm of this kind of work is with amaranthus. It’s the flower I’ve gotten the most complaints about. The flower whose own identity as a flower has been questioned. Arguably the most gaslit flower. When I cu
This is millet, the grass, the food, the hearty appetite, the fifty pounds of decorative water I asked Elisabeth to hold before she left us forever, but not without promising to come back. We all know how flowers elicit memories, and how memories e
The government asked to come visit the farm this week. I politely declined. Even in a drought year I have my limits. Even the willows want to abandon their leaves right now. I typically say yes to things without thinking twice, reach for a hug before
When we talk about why we do what we do, and empathy is a sharp edge pointed back at us, I’m left with believing that flowers might make someone happy. And if just one single person can be made happy for one single fleeting moment in this burni
July is done. Thank god. If I could sketch a smoke so thick and air so still and skin so raw it would be in the contour of July. The happiest moment of this unfiltered month was when one perfect cloud blocked the sun for ten seconds. I love that clou
When you come up the driveway and past the barn, across the field that can’t be planted because there’s always standing water, and next to the field that grows copious amounts of sheep sorrel, past the two beds of strawflower and beside t