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At Hickory Hill Farm, we are in the process of putting down roots. Literally.
Everyone has dreams, and we are no exception. We are drawing up plans, planting berries and fruits, and clearing paths through land that has been passed down for generations. This family farm has been home to barefoot children, teenage dreams, and the hard work of strong men and women who have labored to provide for their families. It has seen a variety of enterprises over the past century, and the history here is palpable.
Now, it's our turn.
Hi!
I'm Becky, the voice behind the farm at the moment. For a few years now, my family and I have been building and growing and learning. We've raised countless animals, taken products to market, fed ourselves and our neighbors, and taken breaks to travel.
Through it all, I find that sharing my farm with you is the thing that brings me joy. We raise chickens and sell the eggs, but I can't just put my eggs in a leftover grocery store carton. Photos from my pasture walks become sketches, which become egg carton labels, applied by hand, and tied with twine for each individual customer.
You lined up for our eggs and our stories at farmers markets in Virginia Beach and Norfolk, and when schedules tightened, you drove out to the farm for whole chickens, lamb sausage, and more eggs. But I couldn't just hand over an order, take the cash and wave you off. Produce pickups became farm tours, and pony rides, rooster holding lessons and a chance to move the sheep with me.
And now for my secret... I'm not just a farmer. I'm also a nurse. And a mom. And a wife. Our day jobs require our attentions, and our family continues to grow through changing life seasons. The pace we kept in 2020 when the world slowed down for us to get started is not the pace we can keep in 2026.
At times we have fewer hands, and at times we have more, than we did before. The yearning to share this life remains bubbling under the surface in everything I build on the farm, no matter the season. And we keep building. If you could only peek into my mind and see the plans I have for the coming decades!
That brings me to the Reflections from the Farm snail mail club. A monthly letter from me to you, a diary of sorts, and an invitation for you to slow down, watch with me, and see what we can learn from this little patch of earth. A post card with one of my original prints comes with the letter. Various and sundry notes, tokens, and goodies will change month to month. But each time, you will get to see a little piece of me, a snippet of the quiet we all crave, and a human touch reaching out from another part of the world.
I'm excited to launch this new venture, and I hope you'll join me.
Meet you at the mailbox,
Becky
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