Stitchdown is a multifarious beast.
While much of our commercial focus is on growing and arranging flowers for events, the farm is a dynamic (choatic) place. In addition to bathing in flower petals daily, we keep ourselves and the landscape busy with an ostensibly impractical, and consistently rewarding array of homestead activities. Like for example raising pigs and building a relationship with our draft horse Ted. Or making syrup from our sugarbush and naturally fermented cider from the wild apple trees on the farm, some of which predate us by hundreds of years. We cure our meat in the traditional manner and make our bread with ambient yeast. We build furniture and cabins and treehouses when necessary, and cut timber to heat the house. Not saying we’re particularly good at any of the endeavors yet, but we are here on this piece of land to build an agrarian life, closer to the source. To build skills and equity in our abilities, to reclaim the generational knowledge we lack, and bank it for our children. To spread inspiration to agrarian action, and to share our spoils along the way. It is magnificently difficult to commit to the labor and frustration of learning as you go, and to weather the flat-out shitstorms that these pursuits beget daily. And it’s worth it. Flowers are an economic engine that creates for us the opportunity to pursue a lifestyle that is active, curious, complex, purposeful, interconnected and really, really fucking delicious.