![]() ![]() We were at the farm for about four hours, during which time we fed baby goats, hung out in a goat pen, strolled the beautiful acreage, and sat down to Eileen’s homemade (from the bone broth (!) to the meat from their own property(!)) posole, these super sweet farmers amazed us with their open-hearted generosity, both in answering my three thousand questions and in sending us away with a quart of goat’s milk, a dozen eggs.Īand, in response to my “I’ve been reading articles about how beef broth is especially beneficial for women,” a giant plastic bag of grass-fed beef bones. So they started the website and the Instagram account and used pseudonyms to blog and connect with an audience, and only later, when they could both officially leave their jobs and make the farm full-time, did they become online the James and Eileen (and baby George!) that we would end up spending time with Thursday. The sort of thing a lot of people dream about, I guess, or at least a lot of the people we’ve met-and when they first bought and decided to start what would become their current operation, it was sort of covertly, under the radar, where nobody but the two of them knew about it. When James and Eileen got the idea for Little Seed Farm, they were a successful couple living in Manhattan, working well-paying but long-hour jobs, buying vegetables and raw milk from local farmers, dreaming of the idea of one day leaving it all for a different kind of life. ![]() “But I’ve been following you for years, even to the earliest days when you didn’t use your real names!” You could say things began in December, back when I first ordered some Little Seed Farm goat’s milk soaps, initially for us and then again for gifts because we liked them so much, and uber hip and young farmers James and Eileen Ray responded by saying, “Hey, come out to the farm for dinner sometime!” and we said okay.īut then we had to reschedule because of a rough few weeks, and they said no problem, and so then we found ourselves on March 20, what the calendar called the first day of spring, driving 45 minutes east and south of our home in Nashville to a farm of more than 80 beautiful acres in Lebanon, Tennessee.īut actually, you could also say the story began even earlier than that, years ago in fact, back in 2011 or 2012 we think, when I was still new to Tennessee and somehow, one day, I found this charming Instagram account of farm life and eventually goats, don’t even remember how I first found you!” I said to Eileen Thursday night. The photos in this post are all from this past Thursday night, but the story behind them started much sooner than that.
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