Solstead

Regenerative farming looks different everywhere you go.

In some places, it’s bison grazing and rebuilding the land at Force Of Nature Meats. In other places, it’s hydroponic greens growing inside a shipping container with Freight Farms. And sometimes, it’s a hands-on food garden teaching the next generation, like the one at Science Mill

I put together a new blog diving into all the ways farming is evolving—whether it’s restoring ecosystems, maximizing small spaces, or making food production more accessible.
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Would love to hear your thoughts—what does the future of farming look like to you?

Hey friends - here's some insight into our farm search, that almost-perfect property we passed on, and how we're adapting our dreams to reality

I wanted to share a quiet milestone in this journey: the first post on Edible Future Farm is live on Substack. This feels like the start of something that’s still evolving—part dream, part experiment, and fully rooted in a deep need to reconnect with the land and each other.

The post, Coming Soon: The Year of Dirt and Dreams, is where it all begins. It’s not a polished roadmap or a finished manifesto—it’s the first chapter in a story that’s still being written. A story about building a regenerative farm, sure, but also about questioning what it means to belong to the land and to this moment in time.

Edible Future Farm is growing into something I hope will inspire, educate, and connect. Right now, it’s a space to document the journey—to share lessons, ideas, and maybe even a few hard truths about what it takes to turn a dream like this into something real.

If this resonates, I’d love for you to read it. Subscribe if you’re curious—there’s a free tier for those who just want to follow along and a paid tier coming soon with tools, guides, and deeper dives for those ready to dig in.

This project isn’t static—it’s evolving with each step. Thank you for being here at the start of it all. Let’s see where it takes us.

The Year of Dirt (Soil) and (My) Dreams “The land will never be ours—we are hers. But maybe, just maybe, we can learn to belong.”