Oklahoma has spent years splitting itself into six countries — Green, Frontier, Chickasaw, Choctaw, Great Plains and Red Carpet — and on the ground that division holds up better than most. Pine timber in the southeast, wheat and short grass out west, and the cross timbers running down the middle of it.
Frontier Country opened first, because that’s where the city is and the city is where the farms sell. The ring we drew around Oklahoma City holds 10 farms and every one of them is in Oklahoma — Mustang out west, Harrah and Luther east, Edmond and Guthrie north, Arcadia up on Route 66, Lexington down past Norman, and two inside the city limits. The country out there runs flat and open, so an hour of driving buys you more ground here than it would in the hills.
Every farm on this page was read off its own website or Facebook page before it went in, and we don’t write past what a farm publishes. Two of them give no street address at all — one sets your pickup when you order, the other delivers — so that’s how they’re listed. And two of the four u-pick places have said out loud that a strawberry crop may not happen, which is exactly the kind of thing you want to know before you load the kids up.
A ring is drawn by drive time, not by county line. The Oklahoma City one never leaves the state, so what changes as you go out isn’t the state, it’s the county: Canadian west, Oklahoma and Lincoln east, Logan north, Cleveland south.
And the standing rule, on every page of this thing: call or check their own page before you drive out.
The middle of the state — prairie running up against the cross timbers, the capital sitting in the middle of it, and enough people within an hour to keep a peach orchard, a goat dairy and a corn maze all in business.
One ring so far, drawn an hour out from the city in every direction it makes sense to drive.
Guthrie is the long haul at the top of it, and one Guthrie mailing address sits farther out than it reads. Give yourself the time.
Empty for now, and the next one we mean to fill. Tulsa has its own hour of farm country around it — the Verdigris bottoms, the Osage edge, the towns down toward Muskogee — and none of it is on here yet.
Farm up that way? Tell us who to call.
South, southeast and west are all still blank, and we’d rather say so than pad this page with farms we haven’t read. They come one ring at a time, the same way the first one did.
Know one of those corners? Send us a name.
Every farm on this page is here because somebody read its own words and wrote them down. If that’s your farm and we got something wrong — or if you’re not on here at all — we want to hear from you. No fee, no ads, no catch.