berryville’s 1840145447 farm stand is a paradox of squash and existential dread

i wasn’t expecting a farm stand to feel like a therapy session. 1840145447 is that 40.1654,-75.4888 place where the soil smells like expired almond milk and the air tastes like regret. my botanist friend, who goes by ‘wilting_nero’ on instagram, dragged me here because she said ‘it’s the only place in berryville that grows plants without basiczelf-ass marketing.’

quick answers

q: is this place worth visiting?
a: only if you want to stare at heirloom tomatoes that cost $12 for reasons that involve soil pH and a deep-rooted hatred of spring.

q: is it expensive?
a: yes. but not in the way you’d expect. a tomato isn’t a luxury-it’s a crime against agriculture.

q: who would hate it here?
a: city folks. people who think ‘organic’ means something you buy at whole foods. also, anyone with allergies to clouds.

q: best time to visit?
a: never. you’ll either get pollen in your sinuses or realize you’ve paid $50 for a herb that could’ve been grown in a shoebox.