It was 1969 when my grandparents, Thomas and Lois Fawcett, left the quickly growing Sawmill Road area, in search of a peaceful piece of land in the country. Little did they know that the place they found would shape the lives of generations to come.
I'm Sarah, owner of Fawcett Forest Farm, and my grandparents are the inspiration behind this adventure. This little slice of heaven has been a constant source of love, peace, and joy for my family and me.
While the landscape around us has changed with time, our spot on this earth has remained the same. It has been an honor to care for this land Grandpa and Lolo poured their hearts into over 50 years ago. I know they would be proud.
For as long as I remember, we've been rolling our ankles every fall on black walnuts. Never giving them much thought beyond being a nuisance. At best a good God-made baseball while playing in the woods. Why it took me so long to realize the beauty and value in this God-given gift right in my backyard, I don't know.
The idea for Fawcett Forest Farm came to life this past winter. I read you could make the most delicious syrup from black walnut trees, so I thought, why not try? What started as a fun idea, became an obsession. We tapped a few trees and made an incredible little batch of black walnut syrup. One idea rolled into the next, and Fawcett Forest Farm began to grow- a place for seasonal goods, made from and inspired by the land.
Today, Fawcett Forest Farm is cared for by our family - myself, my husband Seth, daughter Claire, our son Thomas, and my mother, Grandma DeDe (Diane) Fawcett.
Of course we cannot leave out the rest of the crew: Teddy, our little wild beast Cavapoo; Archie, the grumpy land hippo Corgi; Oliver, our hunter extraordinaire red tabby; and Lili, the earth's oldest cat.