OUR STORY

 

 

Hi there! Welcome to our farm. I’m Katherine, and together with my husband, children and parents, we are creating a working family homestead built on a foundation of hope and a deep desire to share in simple joy.

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Reverie Hill was born from years of relentless prayer and has grown from the dreams of us all.

 

For as long as I can remember, I've dreamt of little white farmhouses, big porches and acres of land for my children to roam. I dreamed of family Sunday dinners, kids running across open fields or down gravel roads or through the woods to their grandparents’ house. I dreamed of a slow, simple life full of sunsets and laughter and friends, and of course, lots and lots of love.

It was a dream I shared with my mother, one we would ponder occasionally out loud, but it was mostly more of an image in our minds that would come and go and make us smile for a minute until it faded away — a reverie, you could say.

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We are a military family. My parents and I all grew up children of service members. My dad commissioned in 1977 and married my mom shortly after, and my husband, Brandon, is also a long-standing member of the armed forces. Moving often was ingrained in our bones. Putting down roots, settling in one place; it was a foreign idea to us. This little dream of ours was just a pleasant thought……a daydream that would leave us just as quickly as it came. 

My dad retired from the Army in 2007. My parents built a home in Columbus, Georgia, where his parents had lived since my grandad retired in 1967. My dad continued to work after retirement for the Department of Defense, and my mom helped care for my grandparents. They loved their home and it was where they needed to be at the time, but I sensed it wasn’t what they had hoped their “forever” would look like. They are both seasoned gardeners and full of horticultural knowledge, and I knew they longed for land.

 

2017 began a chapter of transition for me and the children. It was a difficult year, full of challenges and heartbreak and pain. It was the chapter that I had always felt coming but wished never would. It came, and with the help of my parents, we survived. We learned to live each day in the moment, finding little bits of joy wherever we could.

 

As hard as it is to look back on that year, I know now how necessary it was for us, and I am forever grateful for it. What we’ve found on the other side has been so much more beautiful than anything I had ever imagined before. 

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Shortly after Brandon and I were married in late 2018, we realized that staying in this area until his retirement from the Army would be a real possibility. With this exciting realization, I quickly made it my mission to find a piece of property big enough for both my parents and for us to build our homes on (unbeknownst to them!). I knew that if we were going to get to stay here forever, they, too, had to be a part of it. I also knew that convincing them to move from their home in Georgia would be no small feat! 

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However, when this property became available, they (to my shock and awe) jumped on it.

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We purchased the farm in early 2020. It was a dream once thought inconceivable by us all; a literal daydream brought to life. Reverie Hill Farm felt like the perfect name. 

 

We began spending our days out on that land, imagining what it would become. There was a sense of magic all around us as we would stroll the property, and I quickly knew we had happened upon something truly special; something meant for a purpose greater than ourselves. The feelings of peace and solitude we experienced on that hill began healing our hearts, building bonds, and inspiring unknown passions for life that were once only hoped for.
 

I spent many years persistently praying to discover something I loved doing enough to devote my life to it; something I could use to bring joy to other people; something that would make the world ever so slightly better. 

 

We decided our first project at Reverie Hill would be a small garden full of vegetables and flowers, and thankfully, I was lucky enough to be blessed with a man unafraid of hard work and skilled in the use of a tractor! He ever so lovingly helped me bring that garden to life.
 

And that garden… it was a turning point for me. It shifted something deep in my soul. It was the answer to all those years of relentless prayers. It was the passion I’d endlessly hoped to find. I loved the process of growing those vegetables and flowers. Spending time in that field among the plants, the dirt and even the weeds — it was restoring a broken part of me that desperately needed mending. 

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And I knew. I knew this beautiful place could help others the same way it was helping me. I knew the sense of peace I found in those rows of vegetables and flowers had to be shared.
 

My family witnessed the evolution of this newfound passion of mine; they saw the joy and excitement it brought me and the purpose it was giving to my life. It wasn’t until then that my dad shared with me a once-forgotten vision he’d had in his younger years. He always wanted a farm of his own, with a little cut flower stand that he imagined would be called “Clapp’s Cut Flower Corner.” He already knew of the joy that sharing beautifully tended produce could bring to others and of the healing powers that working the fields can have on anyone lucky enough to experience it. This revelation put all my uncertainties and hesitations about turning our farm into a business to rest. All along, we had the same dreams, and we never even knew.
 

With my parents’ knowledge of horticulture & my newly found passion for it, my husband’s affinity for hard work, building things, problem solving and endless encouragement, and with our shared dreams of farmhouses and fields, Sunday dinners and laughter and friends; with our desire to make the world ever so slightly better through the things we grow and share, and with all the love and support in the world, we knew we had all we needed.
 

And so together, we are building a business that we hope will inspire the kind of joy that transcends circumstance; the kind that can make you smile, even on the worst of days. 
 

There is magic in this land, hope in these fields and joy all around us.

 

And we want nothing more than to share it with the community all of us now get to call home.