Growing traditional foods and blooms is simply an outpouring of our desire to preserve—in words and actions—the simpler times of a bygone era. Times when we knew whence our food came as well as the farmer, butcher, or baker from whom it came. Times when families gathered around the table to share a meal and conversation. Times when little girls and boys gathered flowers by the handful to proudly present to their mothers. Times when serving those in our community mattered. Times we all still need – physically and emotionally.
Traditional Foods are the foods of our great-great-grandmothers – the foods of gardens and of farms. …
There is a movement afoot to restore this way of eating. The movement honors the connection between the foods that we eat, how we prepare these foods, and where they come from. In this way, the traditional foods movement celebrates the connection between the farm that produces the food, the cook who prepares it, and the individuals who eat it. Traditional foods is a system of connection, emphasizing support for time-honored ways of farming, cooking, and eating….”Jennifer McGruther, The nourished Kitchen
Through the simple (though not easy) act of growing a small portion of our own food and an abundance of specialty cut flowers and sharing them with others, we seek to cultivate the values we cherish:
- Beauty – We are grateful witnesses and cultivators of beauty
- Integrity – We seek to be genuine, humble, and trustworthy
- Community – We serve others, show kindness, and extend grace
- Stewarding Faithfully – We nourish and enrich our resources
We are committed to growing naturally and sustainably. That means we don’t use GMOs, synthetic fertilizers, or harmful chemical pesticides. Instead, we seek to enrich our soil because better soil means more nutrient-rich and better-tasting food and healthier and more beautiful blooms. It’s better for the earth, air, and waterways. It’s better for bees and other pollinators. It’s better for you!
When you purchase greens and blooms from Simple Leaf Farm you are joining a community of people supporting a local grower, a neighbor, a friend. We thank you for this, from the bottom of our hearts!
A Farmer in the Making
Hi! I’m Shelli, an unlikely farmer. Even thinking of myself as a farmer feels odd at this point, like a child dreaming of engineering great bridges while playing with Tinker Toys. By God’s grace, with time and experience, I’ll grow into this title.
I never imagined I’d be pursuing this dream to live simply with my hands in the earth. The desire crept up slowly, imperceptibly at first. A whimsical desire to bake a loaf of bread for my family opened up a new world to me. Where I had once turned a blind eye, I actively sought to learn about harmful ingredients in our packaged food. I realized that apart from its caloric intake, much of what I was eating was so processed it could hardly be called food. Suddenly words like non-GMOs, grass-fed, gluten-free, and organic became commonplace in our home. Once you open your eyes and seek information, you can’t unsee or unlearn what you discover.
All the while I was embracing organic food, my heart was longing for an organic life. A life that allowed my responsibilities and desires to meld together seamlessly. The corporate desk felt cramped, the four walls confining. Stiff, unused muscles begged for movement. Instead of segmenting my days into work time, church time, exercise time, and leisure time, I longed for a simpler time when deep friendships developed across neighboring fences while the work of hanging laundry on a clothesline was completed, when all the exercise a body needed was achieved by working in the garden or walking to the market. And while this highly introverted girl wouldn’t win a prize for being social, I delight in deep, encouraging, and heart-felt conversations.
Soon, longings sparked conversations, conversations fueled dreams, and dreams led to making plans. Farming, I’ve heard, is more than a job – it is a lifestyle. Admittedly, it’s a bit scary to make a decision that will change your whole life, but for years my life has been molded and shaped to make this decision. I dreamed of the life before I dreamed of the farm. So here I am – a girl with the farm of my dreams and a plan to fill it to the brim and share the bounty with you.
Now just let me brush this dirt off my hands so I can give you a firm handshake or a warm hug of greeting.