Drive up the North Mountain with me to go get eggs for my store

Good morning Hivers! 🤗 Welcome to my Wednesday routine...

This is also my first time writing a blog on my phone so bear with me lol. #justgenxthings

For the last 3.5 years I've been living on a farm. Immediately I began selling my eggs and it evolved from there to selling vegetables and then my sourdough bread.

I started off with a small outdoor farm stand and after a year had an actual store built.

It didn't take long for the community to become addicted to my bread so I expanded to selling my other baking. All stuff I make for my children, only now I just make more haha.

But the thing people are most addicted to are the Farm Fresh Eggs.

They are insatiable. It's kind of scary. People fight over them. People actually get angry sometimes when there is none in the store. People have even, many times, knocked on my door to see if I could get them some from my chicken coop 😂

I began to post in local groups on social media that I would buy anyone's farm fresh eggs if they couldn't sell them.

Now I get eggs from 11 different small homesteads.

And I'm still out all the fucking time. Even when I had 200 chickens, I was still out all the time. Now I only have 40, it was a lot of work in the winter to bring water from the house to feed 200. But that's beside the point of today's blog.

Most people bring their eggs to me but there is one place I drive to. It's over the North Mountain in St. Croix cove.

I truly love the drive there, especially in the fall.

Driving up...

The Bay of Fundy, it has the highest tides in the world.

Arriving at the farm. They sell eggs and beef.

It's a real gamble coming here, sometimes there are a lot of eggs and sometimes there are only a few dozen, barely breaking even on the gas I use to get here.