Cross the covered bridge in Tunbridge village, follow the road as it climbs the mountain and turns to dirt, and you'll arrive at Spring Road Nursery: a farm of terraced gardens where strange plants are grown and propagated, and new landscapes are imagined into being.

This place was once a pasture. Now it is a living library of rare and unusual plants. Flowers chosen for their uncommon color, foliage that calls to be touched. Each bed is an experiment, where sun, water, and soil test the vigor of every species. We collect seed, take cuttings, divide crowns, and pass them on, so you can plant them at home.

The greenhouse hums with what we've grown, ready for you to sift through and find the thing you didn't know you needed. In the barn you'll find our shop full of tools and objects built to last: spades and shears, handwoven blankets, birdhouses made by a luthier, and glossaries of plants. Things that make a life in the garden steadier and more harmonious.

Our labor here is a daily ritual. Beds weeded. Seedlings lifted. Compost spread. Stalks cut back. Chickens shooed from the rows. Work that ties us to the soil we all depend on. Because the garden is not only decoration—it is a force. It humbles and surprises. It asks for joy but also surrender. Every season it reshapes itself, and us with it.

What begins here is passed on to you: plants to tend, tools to work with, objects to keep close, and gardens designed to endure the rhythm of time.

And through each season—the effort, the devotion, the ecstasy—we carry one assurance close: All will be well in the garden.

We hope to see you soon.

Bryan & Adam