Field Notes: The Last Weekend of July

The last weekend of July felt different. There’s no other way to put it.

It started with a visit from eight local police officers (eight!) who stopped by to see the market. Not to patrol. Not to enforce. But to see. To take it in. To experience Wildberry. They stayed for a while, browsed the food trailer, chatted with us, and said they’d be back. That kind of support means everything right now. Quiet validation: what we’re building here matters.

The produce stand was overflowing with tomatoes, okra, eggplant, peppers, herbs, cukes. Preorders flew. But the seconds? The ones with cracks and curves and sun spots? They sat.

I eventually passed some along to a few vendor friends and said, “They’re not perfect.” And they responded, “Nothing’s perfect.” That stayed with me.

Because really, those words aren’t just about vegetables. They’re about this place. This work. This season we’re in.

And in the middle of it all, a neighbor looked around and said something that stuck:“When this place becomes what you’re building, I’ll be here every day.”

That one line held so much.

We’re in transition... moving from market to model, from temporary tents to permanent roots. We’re finding our footing. The vision is becoming clearer. But this next chapter is going to take all of us.

Your feedback on direction.

Your willingness to buy the imperfect produce.

Your presence at events.

Your dollars going toward the farm, not just the pop-ups.

It all matters.

As we move into August, we’re holding on to these moments. The loyalty. The softness. The truth that community doesn’t always show up loud. Sometimes it shows up in quiet nods, shared shade, and one-liners that make you believe again.

We’re still here.

And we’re just getting started.

❤️Bridget + Matt

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