Epiphany Farms

These young ambitious individuals  participate in our farmers market.

Their booth last weekend had quite a bit of hum surrounding it.

Their plan within our fine community however is much much more than hum

As a matter of fact their “plan” really impresses me.

Imagine creating your restraunt following a full year before it opens!  I think it’s brilliant.

I was first introduced to the farm and fork concept,  gee I want to say over 10 yrs ago – it was a place outside new york, gosh – I so wish I  still had the article.

I remember being moved by the uniqueness of the concept – its organic intentionality ( so ahead of its time ) and the photographic imagery was remarkable

Upon first reading about Epiphany Farms I thought – hmmm how is that going to fly all the way out here?

After reading this more in depth Chicago Tribune article my skepticism completely shifted.

There work is truly filled with vision, food artistry, earthy passion and I bet some really terrific stories!

I so adore this picture of the four of them!!

I am also ever so happy for the enthusiastic press they have received!

taken by Zbigniew, Bzdak  Chicago Tribune/April 8th

Bev Edgerton The Realtor

Below is an original poem regarding friendship by Realtor Bev Edgerton.

Bev has wiggled herself into my heart.  She’s someone who took to me immediately when I first moved here.  It didn’t take me to long to observe that she had earned a strong positive  reputation here or that she is a profound networker.  As a matter of fact, in addition to real estate she teaches others how to network effectively!  Past that,  Bev absolutely loves to sell houses!!

Recently, shared with us this lovely poem. I felt compelled to share it.  I am absolutely delighted to be part of her memory garden!

MEMORY’S GARDEN

Among the fairest flowers

In a garden, rainbow hued,

Grows a precious little rose bud

Blushing with the kiss of dew.


When other flowers fade and fall,

Fulfilling their destiny,

This precious little rose bud blooms,

One step beyond ecstasy.


It has its thorns, the same as all,

Rustic red on a slender stem,

Yet they go unnoticed, it’s beauty

Far exceeds its briary hem.


This rose can never wilt or fade,

By love’s own breath it’s set apart.

Its name is Friendship, and it grows

In the memory garden of my heart.


An original poem by

Bev Edgerton

Bev Edgerton