I grew up barefoot and windblown on our 110-acre farm here on the Eastern Shore, where our nearest neighbors were a half mile away and our idea of fun was playing “wilderness” in the fields and woods for hours at a time.  My dad was a first-generation farmer who built our farm from the ground up, and a deep appreciation for Mother Nature was instilled in us at a young age.  The farm grounded me as much as the crops that it bore, and my roots ran as deep as the trees.

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Yet, as often happens to our youthful selves, the need to wander tugged at my curiosity.  I left my little slice of paradise in search of education, in search of travel, in search of big dreams and new experiences.  I did all of those things, some a few times over, and yet the farther and wider I traveled, the happier I was to return to the Shore.  Happiness really can be found in your own backyard, and after twelve years away from the farm, I returned home. 

 

My dad was one of the earliest no-till farmers here on the Shore, and has been implementing soil health-conscious practices on his land for over 40 years.  As the second generation, it is both a duty and an honor to continue treating the land with the same respect as my father. 

 

Welcome to the farm.  I am thrilled to have you along for the journey.