Hi. I’m Moriah Williams. In the early 1500s my family came to the New World and began farming for their survival. To say farming and growing food is in my blood is a bit of an understatement. My earliest childhood memories are of nature and being in my grandfather’s garden. His passion was farming and the natural world. I learned from him daily as a child, and the love for this beautiful gift called husbandry has never left my soul. My grandfather instilled our family legacy deep into my being. The legacy of the soil and simple faith.
When I entered middle school my mother moved us to the city. It was a good choice. I had opportunities for education and travel that have enriched my life in countless ways. But even then I preferred to work on horse ranches and volunteer in the most remote parts of the Andes mountains where life lines up to the rhythm of nature.
I truly did try to make the best of city dwelling. I worked for a large firm, earned advanced degrees, involved myself in civic volunteer work, and a wonderful community of faith. I grew a beautiful little garden, made jams, baked bread, shopped at farmer’s markets, went fishing, and watched the sunset most nights. But something deep down was just not right. I felt like a fish out of water gasping for air. I missed the land and living with the rythm of the land.
In 2014 my life changed dramatically. After a long battle recovering from Tuberculosis the opportunity to rent a farm suddenly appeared. I immediately ordered 31 chicks, raised them in the spare bedroom of my townhouse for eight weeks, sold my home, and completely walked away from the life I had built in Nashville.
I struggled to find a job here in Macon County. One afternoon while working in my garden I finally figured out I couldn’t hold onto the security of a steady job and fully embrace my calling in life. The next morning I put on my favorite dress and apron, loaded up my wheelbarrow with my produce and a handmade sign that simply read “Plain Good Produce”.
I was so nervous! But I smiled and waved to passing cars. To my surprise several people stopped and I sold out. After a week I had to take down a table and two wheelbarrow loads of vegetables. Within a month I had a full blown stand and added eggs and fresh bread to my offerings. That’s when I got out my crayons again to add “and more” to my sign.
The next year my mother joined me in the return to farm life. We now have our own farm called Serenity Cove Farm down in a pretty little holler. Without the road frontage I moved to selling at the farmer’s markets. This year we decided to offer on farm pickup and to start shipping throughout Tennessee to expand our opportunities. Covid has been rough for us, especially following the difficult 2019 growing year.
Here I am, once again, jumping feet first into the legacy of the soil with simple faith.