The long way here
How We Got Here
May 11, 2019
A market stall in San Luis Obispo
June bought a bottle of olive oil she did not need from a farm stand run by a man who talked about malolactic nothing and olives everything. She came back the next Thursday for “more oil.” She still has the first bottle — empty, label peeling, non-negotiable.
November 5, 2022
The harvest we almost lost
An early frost warning, one borrowed crew, and forty-eight hours of picking by headlamp. June ran the sorting table, learned to drive the tractor badly, and somewhere around 3 a.m. on the second night decided this was her farm too.
September 19, 2026
Row nine, tree twelve
Wes proposed at the tree his grandfather planted the year the farm began, with a ring that had been waiting in the workshop toolbox for a month. June said yes before he finished, and they carved nothing into the tree, because you don’t — but they know which one it is.
