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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

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
Four weeks of snow washed away into the lake in less than four hours. And with it, all of the salt and sludge and emotional runoff that sums up a year. And without it, one continuous blanket of ice to lose my balance on. I took this final shot on th
I aspire to aspire a little less every year. No big ambitions to grow more or sell more or be more. No big bonfire or yule log or wishing paper to ceremonialize the death of a thing and the birth of another. No giant expansion or augmentation to chan
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