Beach Plum Farm is a far cry from the necessary scrappiness of most working farms. It's an inspiration and an unobtainable aspiration, which makes languishing in its herb gardens and eating at the outdoor tables all the more appealing. It makes me hungry just reminiscing about it, so as I drool nostalgically, I invite you to vicariously languish in the gardens, meet the livestock and take in the Amish-built barn.
This trip and these photos were from a different time, but I wanted to preserve them, wanted to share them here. Just like everything on this blog, they were part of my story, just as a new navigation is also part of my story.
As the nights grow cooler, the sun sets earlier, and a new season teases its approach, I want to remember the intention I felt this spring. I want to savor the current and coming season, to appreciate the beautiful, incremental, wild moments. The epic changes, both within and outside me.