The glaciers that carved this region left it with curving rivers, gently rolling hills, and soil deep enough to farm. The Potawatomi called it the Valley of the Foxes. William Robert Crichton, a young Scotsman sent alone to find land for his family, bought 80 acres here in 1843. More generations farmed it after him.
Not too long ago, much of it was under contract to become a shipping warehouse. Thankfully, that’s not how things turned out. Today, we’re experimenting with what to make of our 20 acre portion — flowers, for now, and more in time.
A small group of people tend this place. We came to it together, and we're figuring it out together — showing up when it's needed, doing what the season asks, and finding our way toward what this will eventually become. We don't have it all mapped out. We have curiosity, some wide open space, and a commitment to one another and to this community.
We started by wanting to be together in a place worth caring for.
That turned out to be harder and better than we expected. The land asks more than we anticipated, and what it gives back is more than we can hold onto.
So we're opening it up. Not to run a business, but because the good things happening here don't feel like ours to keep.
We want to welcome people into something we think is worth sharing — and to find out, together, what this place is still becoming.
A shared portion — the part entrusted to us within a greater whole.
From the Greek μέρος (meros), meaning a part or share. Implied is not ownership in isolation, but belonging through participation.
