I first fell in love with a very old farm in the northern Adirondack Mountains when I was just 22. It was, at one time, the farm that supplied food to a wilderness resort The Sylvan Falls Hotel, and also nearby upriver logging camps.
The Farm was at the end of very long and bumpy five-mile ride on the Sylvan Falls Road which followed the West Branch of the St Regis River upstream from the scenic village of Parishville. Utility and phone lines ended after the first two miles, and by the time I approached the dilapidated porch of what was soon to be my new home, the day’s light had begun to dim. Despite an easy summer wind, that early evening “Adirondack hush” had begun to fall. For a few moments it was so very peaceful, but then came an interruption, a magical chiming sound I will never forget. I looked up to discover the source of the sound and found that someone had humorously hung a set of metal electric beaters from the rafters which were chiming off of each other in the wind. Without electricity, what better purpose could they have had?
For better or worse, that was my first sight, smell, and sound of the farm that would free me, enslave me, exhaust me, energize, and over time, age me . Now I am in my 3rd decade of life at the farm, and the farm I believe, has waited patiently (more patiently than I) all these years to be brought back to life.
This has been a slower process than I had youthfully imagined it would be. My husband Lou and I have spent the last 3 decades renovating the farm house, building tree houses, raising gardens and children, tending animals and parents, and growing our respective businesses. There was always wood to chop, weeds to pull, and honey to extract, all manner of things to take care of and to do.
Some years were easier than others, but as is often the case, one thing led to another and now I know that the work I have done has well-prepared me for the work I am doing and the work that I plan to do until I can work no more.
The Farm at the end of Sylvan Falls Road is my passion and my focus now, and I have a clear vision of our collective purpose here. She is a painting in progress, a perfume yet to be mastered. This farm that has gone a bit wild is coming under the spell of a time and a woman who have arrived with plans to tame and shape her into something new and different, something beautiful, fragrant, and prosperous. Something not quite seen before.
Welcome to The Adirondack Fragrance and Flavor Farm.
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