Photo by Jason Frank Rothenberg.

Photo by Jason Frank Rothenberg.

Worlds End is the Saipua flower farm.

It is 107 acres of rocky clay soil 30 miles west of Albany, NY.  That's us - Me Sarah, Eric and our dog, Nea. My friend Jason took this picture. I like it because we look happy. 

The original barn and house date to 1825 and require more renovations that I was ready to admit when we bought the farm in September of 2011 . Eric says he knew how much work was in store. I tend to rush through problems with quick and dirty fixes, Eric approaches tasks thoughtfully with patience and the ability to measure. We still love each other.

We would still be in the dark about our farm if not for Cerise and Sonya of Nutshell Projects. Their infinite knowledge and vast resources have helped us accomplish so much so quickly.  

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The couple who lived at Worlds End before us were nature lovers and spent most of their time outside, preserving the land and working to reforest large swaths of the property. He was an arborist, and apparently very cranky. Everyone we meet around here gently remarks on this point. She is still alive and lives about a mile away. Each time I visit her she writes a follow up letter with advice about trees, the location of some lost crocuses or how to deal with a dog whose tumbled with a porcupine. Her name is Agnes and her best advice to me was to stay away from the Department of Environmental Control. "They'll say you can't fish in your own pond!"

Our vision for this farm keeps changing, as we uncover and decode the landscape, the soil, the animals that live here. One constant is this: we want to make a farm that supplies unusually beautiful flowers to our business, Saipua, and also to our friends who have flower businesses. I think we'll always grow food... food and flowers go so well together. I would like this farm to eventually serve as a center for the study of the botanic arts. A place people can visit to learn, study, work, and practice the art of floral arranging. The world needs more people to pay attention to nature; I like to imagine that somehow flowers could be a sort of mascot for that shift. Ambitious, I know. But flowers have a strange power over us. 

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