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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

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

The thing about strawflower is that they open and close with the light. When harvesting, we brush our clippers across a section of them to tell if they’re ready, and to shake off the parasitoid wasps, and to hear them rustle, and to test their

The sweat bees are back. I like watching them drink the minerals from my skin. I like to misplace their thirst for affection.

There’s so much visceral texture this week it makes my eyes burn. Every day, plants that sting us, make us itch, eli

I just found the cat this morning covered in dust, a lot like cake flour. This farmland used to grow wheat for flour. The barn where we process all of our flowers was the barn where they used to process all their flour. The fields where we grow all o

The heat is a second skin right now. Thick as salt sweat. I was trying to remember why I wanted it to stop raining a couple weeks ago, why I wanted less clouds, more sun, why I wanted a good mouser cat. We sprawled out on the concrete with the shades

Before I knew anything. Like deep appreciation, deep loss, the difference between blue and indigo, gold and yellow, a duck from a loon, screaming from singing, a beginning from an end. Before I knew anything about anything, I became a father. We grew

Everything dressed in coral this week. The sun filtered by smoke and the sharpie stained fingers and the cardinal. All the cardinals. Swollen dust filled eyes. Heat rash. The snapdragons, poppies, ranunculus and peonies. I’ve had a tendency tow

Campanula’s inflorescence confuses me. But that’s not saying much. So many things in this capricious life confuse me. The first bloom opens at the top, draws in its devotee, and then the lower blossoms let it rip. The medial blooms last.