A brief history, as told by Dan Marion, head dirt digger, and stoked adventurer: “Farming and gardening have always been a family passion, but sprouting our own farm was a dream come true. Our story begins in 2008 when I met a fellow Mainer and farmer on a far-flung ski trip. We hit it off immediately, and got to yucking it up about skiing and the good times always had back home in Maine. My passion for farming and ambitions to start my own farm had me trading him a pair of skis for flower seeds the following week. Before I knew it, I was scribbling and re-scribbling business plans and budgets while frequently finding my thoughts wandering to the upcoming summer.
I was fortunate to have my grandfather's rolling green stonewalled acres of Maine forest and field waiting eagerly for me to try my luck at farming. With his blessing to use the land, a tractor borrowed from my Dad and an “It’ll do” second hand plow, the adventure of Fresh Pickins began early that Spring.
I felt almost invincible the first day of plowing. But, it wasn’t long before Nature put us in check. A few days after helping plow, my cousin asked if I had begun to itch and rash. "Nothing here” I said. I returned to the farm and, after closer investigation, was shocked to see Poison Ivy shoots throughout the entire farm, including the soil we had painstakingly turned over. I discovered my immunity while my cousin came down with one of the worst cases of poison ivy I've ever seen. This was the first of many lessons in family farming. For the rest of the summer I made the best of what I had and attended every local farmers market that would accept me.“