Mamma kept a garden on this place for the better part of fifty years, and an orchard beside it. Both are still here. Both half-remember being tended. Bringing them back is one of the first promises we’ve made to the farm.
The Garden Club is how you follow along. It’s a letter, not a newsletter — we write when something real happens: the first bed cleared, the first row planted, what came up and what the deer got, what we learn about what she grew. Garden notes from this exact dirt, thirteen miles out of Oxford.
No schedule, no filler, and it’s free. Members hear it first — before the Journal, before anybody.
One email address, used for the letters and nothing else. Leave whenever you like — Mamma would want you to be nice about it, but she’d let you go.