Friends of the Farm
The first snow of 2024 fell today. I have a strange reaction to snow. I think the visual clarity of blank white space all around affects me and my head becomes very clear about the admin work I need to do. I clear a table (or my desk when I had one of those), put on my comfiest fleece sweats, grab a space heater, and get to work.
Something that I have been looking forward to talking about is a membership program that I have been calling Friends of the Farm.
So much of what lives on this website is about the floral design services I offer. For good reason! In any given year, 80% of the revenue generated by the farm comes from wedding design work and large private or corporate events. But there is an additional component that doesn’t get much attention, because it will tell a different story to the SEO robots that make sure that newly engaged people find me.
The actual farming.
I want to be able to share with you the experience of a season of growing from start to finish. I want to help you grow whatever you’d like to grow. I’d like to welcome folks to the farm to cut their own flowers, and get some in-person instruction on planting and harvest or whatever else interests you.
Going forward, all growing-related content will be hidden safely from SEO robots behind a very modest paywall. I’ve set the subscription to $5 a month for anyone who would like to become a friend of the farm. Here is a working list of benefits, with more to be developed as the season progresses.
Friends-only blog posts
Downloadable growing guides
Discount codes for merchandise and seeds
Access to on-farm events. These will only be open to Friends of the Farm members. Open farm days, pick-your-own events, workshops, and more
Early access to seed, tuber, and bulb sales
Instructional video content
Once a month zoom meetup (the first one is Sunday, January 28 at noon PST, 3pm EST)
Thanks so much for your support of this little farm! Moving across the country and rebuilding this hot mess of a house has taken it out of us around here. I’m looking forward to a 2024 that makes a lot more sense, with my hands in the soil and my head in the clouds, where they each belong.
One of these days this farmhouse is going to be painted black the way it was always intended to be. That day is not today.
