
Moving to the Land
A Year of Change, Roots, and New Rhythms
In 2024, we officially left behind the busy pace of Portland, Maine and made the move to our land full-time. What we now call Florence Farmstead began as a dream—and this past year, that dream started to take shape in real and tangible ways.

We packed everything into a rented truck, said goodbye to our old home, and made the drive to the woods—ready to begin a slower, more intentional way of living.
One of our first memories at camp? Finding this bear footprint coming and going.

It was a humbling reminder that we were stepping into a shared space, one full of life, mystery, and deep-rooted systems far older than our plans.
Our days were spent building, planting, and learning—bit by bit. We lived in our camper that first summer while we cleared space and laid the groundwork for our future home.

We poured the foundation for small structures ourselves—literally by hand.

There were quiet moments, too—the ones that make this life feel whole.


This land has changed us. The way we walk. The way we cook. The way we look at the passing seasons. It’s also reignited creativity—time in the woods has slowly been finding its way into Brandy’s paintings, too, with scenes that reflect this rhythm of life surrounded by water, rock, and light.
Take a peek at the artwork inspired by our first year if you’re curious how it’s showing up on canvas.