stories of our lives...

Once upon a time, there was a boy with a green thumb and a girl with no idea of his existence...

In 1989, the now-young man introduced the now-young lady to his humble piece of country living, complete with a charming (ok... "old") farmhouse (he'd learned her weak spot for historic buildings!). His quiet patience provided her the space in which to learn to appreciate the beauty hidden inside plywood walls, drafty windows, overgrown fields and a barn overflowing with stuff...

After the wedding, a child's arrival, a plunge into graduate school for the lady  and a modest home purchase within commutable distance to NY/NJ, the family began its weekend treks to the historic farmhouse, growing the garden and tearing down plywood and crumbling plaster.

After a few years, it became obvious that the growing family could neither consume nor put away the abundant veggies in a timely fashion, even with regular sharing among family and friends. So the lady donned her entrepreneurial cap, loaded up the red Jeep Cherokee, and drove off to turn some of those surplus greens into cold, hard greenbacks. Lo and behold... it worked! Rusty Plough Farm was born, a permanent move to the farm was organized, and the adventure unfolded.

House repair and renovation continued, in among the planting, fence-building, field-clearing, water-bucket carrying, fire-wood gathering, diaper-changing, homeschooling, masters thesis-writing, and everything else. Rusty Plough Farm expanded to include Rondout Valley Organics in 2006, stepping fully into the 21st century with online marketing.