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2026 Flower CSA

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Understory Farm LLC

2076 East Street,

Bridport, VT, 05734,

United States

802-282-6738 understoryfarmvt@gmail.com

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Fri 8am-5pm

understoryfarmvt@gmail.com / 802-282-6738

The coltsfoot is in bloom in every ditch around town. It doesn’t mind the road salt or gully trash or gravel bank or accusatory glances of the infallible. I respect this plant. It reminds me of people in my life with that kind of tenacity.

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Today’s been so beautiful. Even when my timing is off and I can’t get it right. It’s been one of those days, weeks, past couple weeks or maybe even years, where I feel like I’m chasing the sweet spot of this farming thing but

I love when flowers lean towards the light. It’s called positive phototropism. Tulips can’t help being this way. Chrysanthemums too. Sunflowers of course, shamelessly. Maybe that’s why I relate to these plants. I, too, want to get c

I’m here to suggest that not everything survives a winter like that. And it’s actually ok.

I’m not here to point fingers because we all know that winter has been blamed for enough and that summer is above reproach, and, in truth,

Amongst the wreckage of the world, I’m so grateful for a clear sky and a pile of clear blue stone, every culled flower too far gone, the closest closeness of the people I love and the unconditional loyalty of my pea-brained dog.

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There’s all the things I want to share, and then, all the things I need to share, and the line isn’t always obvious to my metamorphic brain.

I need to mention that we have flowers for this theater filled weekend, that I’m hiring o

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