How Harmony Mountain Farm Came to Be

From suburban beginnings to mountain soil — a family’s journey home.

Our story doesn’t start on a farm. It starts in central Connecticut, where my parents, Bill and Cindy, grew up.

Bill was one of ten children, raised in the inner city before his family moved to Farmington. Cindy grew up in a quiet suburban town, surrounded by the rhythms of her Italian-American family, her father’s lush garden always bursting with life. Though they met in eighth grade, their love story didn’t begin until the summer after high school graduation. Young and in love, they found out they were expecting their first child at 20, and began building a life from the ground up.

Life was a grind. My dad worked as a uniform delivery driver while my mom finished school. Over time, Bill worked his way up, eventually launching his own medical laundry business. They did what they were taught to do, work hard, stay steady, keep climbing. But somewhere along the way, they started waking up to the cost of that climb: the stress, the disconnection, the illusion of modern hustle culture. They began to sense that there must be another way, a different kind of medicine.

That search began small. Chickens in their suburban backyard. Horses at a local barn. Sunday drives into the countryside. And then, one business trip to New Hampshire’s White Mountains changed everything.

They fell in love.

The mountains stirred something in them, something ancient and grounding. They bought a tiny ski cabin, which, in a strange and beautiful twist, had once belonged to the vice principal of the high school they’d graduated from. Every weekend, they drove north, skiing, exploring, breathing a little deeper. Slowly, the dream grew: they didn’t just want to visit this life they wanted to live it.

🌱 The Search for Land

They took their time in the search, all over Connecticut, Vermont, and New Hampshire. A few offers fell through, each one a heartbreak that, in hindsight, only cleared the path for something more right. Connecticut land was scarce, expensive, and too far from the mountain life they’d come to crave. Both my parents, especially my dad, felt drawn to the north country. His family had deep roots in New Hampshire and Vermont and it felt like a return.

The day we found the land that would become Harmony Mountain Farm, I was there with my son. We walked it together, 250 acres nestled in the White Mountains and we all just knew. Rolling pastures, old fencing already in place, wooded trails, the quiet hush of something sacred. The house was bigger than they needed. But the universe always knows what’s coming.

They said yes.

🏡 Building a Life from the Soil Up

The move was hard. They sold their little ski cabin, and for five years, my dad split his life between two states running his business in Connecticut during the week and becoming “Farmer Bill” on the weekends. Meanwhile, my mom began tending the land. She started with goats. The fencing, already strong and expansive, hinted at cattle. One by one, the pieces began to fall into place.

Then the world shifted. The COVID-19 pandemic made it even clearer: it was time to come home to what matters. That’s when my husband and I moved up, along with our kids one of whom was still on the way. That big house, once too big, became our shared home as we built our own place on the property. Bill’s brother moved into the apartment above the garage. Then another brother moved in across the street. In what felt like divine choreography, a family began to form a village.

🐄 From Chickens to Cattle: The Roots of Regeneration

What started as a family farm grew into something much more intentional a regenerative farm rooted in land stewardship, animal welfare, and slow living. My parents were deeply influenced by Joel Salatin, who reminded them that radical change doesn’t always look loud, sometimes it’s quiet, faithful, and deeply relational.

Today, Harmony Mountain Farm raises pork, beef, chicken, and dairy animals with care, transparency, and respect for the land. Our animals live outdoors, graze in rotating pastures, and are part of a larger cycle that nourishes the soil, the people, and the planet.

But more than a business, the farm is a way of life. It’s where our children run barefoot, where our family gathers under moonlight, where healing happens not just for the land, but for ourselves.

💛 What This Place Has Become

Harmony Mountain Farm is more than a farm. It’s a story of return. Of remembering who we are beneath the noise. Of choosing presence over productivity. Of raising animals with intention, raising children with dirt under their nails, and raising ourselves into the kind of people this world needs more of.

It’s also a container, for growth, for grief, for community, for beauty. It’s a place where the old ways and the new ways meet. Where food is sacred. Where family stretches beyond bloodlines. Where roots run deep, and everything starts with care.

This farm came to be because two people said yes over and over again to something deeper. And it continues to grow because that yes keeps echoing in all of us.

Thank you for being part of our story