This place is many things: a home, a small expanse of hay fields, a retreat from the hustle and bustle of modern life. Above all, it is a horsey little place. The horses were here first.

To people migrating out from the city they were all a shade of brown, difficult to tell apart. But one learns, and horses grow on a person. And when we went to the livestock auction we ended up bringing home more of them, unable to resist, especially when the person known to all as the “meat man” raised his hand to bid on a horse sold by the pound.

It was clear from the beginning that this farm was meant to be “shared” in some form with other people, and with more animals. Stray cats arrived and became barn cats, a rescue dog was added, and a number of intrepid individuals took on the rather daunting task of converting part of the hay fields into gardens to grow food for their families or community.

This is also a place for events, where we celebrate a vision of living lightly on the land, and where oversized pets have a remarkable way of bringing people together and reminding us to slow down, breathe deeply, and enjoy the moment.

These days, the farm has settled into a gentler rhythm. Many of the microfarmers have continued their growing adventures at a second farm property well suited to expanding their gardens. The spirit of sharing and stewardship that shaped those years continues to inspire what comes next.

Our senior horses are now enjoying a well-earned retirement, spending their days being groomed, soaking up attention, and happily accepting a steady supply of carrots and apple treats. The horses that have been part of this place over the years remain an important part of its story, each leaving behind memories that continue to shape Hillesum Farm. For some of their stories, see horse tales.

There is always something new taking root, whether in the fields, the gardens, or the people who spend time here. We look forward to continuing to care for this special place and sharing its quiet beauty, one season at a time.