Uncle Mercer, it's said, grew cabbages out this way. We could still see the furrows when we arrived, although it's hard to imagine there'd ever have been another living being who thought planting things in gravel on a Western facing hill would be a good idea. Must be in the genes. We've been here about 14 years, carving gardens from thick forest and turning gravel into black gold. You'll find some quiet out here in the forest, along with lots of inspiration for living gently and respectfully. We grow and work with intention to promote harmony with self, others, and the planet-- we hope it shows and that you'll leave us renewed.
