Organic Family Farm Twenty Minutes From Chapel Hill

Our home has two upstairs bedrooms available with a shared bathroom, and a reading area between them; this listing is for the Red Bedroom, which faces the rising sun. We're a 20-acre organic farm surrounded by woods, and about a twenty minute drive from the excitement of downtown Chapel Hill. My husband and I live on the lower floor, and work in the fields and forest just outside the door. We have a 1-week minimum stay and our standard fee covers two occupants in one bedroom.
If you've ever wondered what it's like to live and work on a family farm, here's your chance to find out. Depending upon what time of day or year it is, you'll see us harvesting tomatoes, lettuce, flowers, shiitake mushrooms; or cleaning onions, butternut squash, elephant garlic, delicata squash; or using a tractor to plow, till, bush hog, or lay plastic. And the next time you go to the grocery store after staying on our farm, you will know how that produce got there.
Our land was once part of an old southern farm which, when we bought it in the early '90's, was mostly abandoned and overrun by weeds and ancient shattered green-houses. We spent years of effort bringing it back to a lively family farm that once again helps support the community.
Early risers can breakfast and drink coffee or tea with us and hear our plans for the day's planting, transplanting, harvesting, weeding, and selling. Walk the grounds with our dog, and witness the running of a working farm. Our farm has been nick-named "Too Many Dogs Farm" since our adult kids visit with all of THEIR dogs (one of which is a cat-predator dog), so we're unable to allow other dogs to visit, or cats. We are an organic farm, which means we avoid toxic chemicals, and consequently set traps for the unwanted insects and rodents we occasionally see on the farm and in our home.
We're located on a 20 acre organic farm surrounded by woods. Our three kids, now in their twenties and thirties, all live within twenty minutes, and our daughter often works on the farm.
Town buses don't run out here, so an automobile is necessary (unless you're like some of our previous farm-hands who'd commuted by bicycle). You can park up by the house, in a spot on the left facing the pond. Our farm is located in what was once the old South where folks took a horse-and-buggy trip the six miles into town; as a matter of fact, we're friends with one of those old-time farmers who's father did that, and that friend still sometimes rides his horse-and-buggy to the neighborhood bar.