I found June Farm in the Fall of 2019. I’ll never forget the feeling I had upon driving onto the property - it was as if someone grabbed me, gave me a gigantic hug and said, ‘Welcome Home’. There was history, thoughtfulness, spirituality, and an energy you could feel moving up your legs with each step. We made an offer almost immediately. 

We moved in the week the COVID shut-down happened in 2020 and, as everyone else did across the world, hunkered down. As the days went by and toilet paper hunting and home-schooling took over, the property started to come alive with Spring. There were no gardens when we moved in, but there was this one super craggy bush-looking thing right next to the kitchen back door. To me it looked about 100 years old. I had no idea what it was, and, frankly, I thought it was dead and needed to be pulled (I’m from California and this season thing sometimes trips me up). Soon enough, foliage started to appear, and then enormous buds, and my curiosity and excitement grew. Then one morning I came down and there was this salad-plate sized pale pink flower lightly blowing in the breeze. And the fragrance…my lord, the fragrance. My first peony had arrived and my life changed forever. 

Fast forward to 2024 and we now have smalls fields of peonies, lilacs, pollinators, edible flowers, and vegetables. My family has a home and a respite from the day-to-day life that is New York. And I have a canvas. It’s funny, when people visit and ask me how I got started, I say ‘the land told me I could do it’. That is what drives everything I do here at June Farm. It’s the most amazingly connected feeling to nature, history, our ancestors and what is truly real and important. My hope is this is what everyone feels when they step onto June Farm or receive a bunch of the property’s bounty.