Spring Close Farm is a boutique micro-farm in East Hampton, with seasonal produce, artisanal provisions, and a beautifully curated market, minutes from Highway 27. It's also a rare setting for private dinners, intimate weddings, and bespoke events.
Baskets out by nine, heirlooms gone by noon, the chalkboard rewritten to whatever the beds gave up that day.
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First strawberries of the season, picked into pint baskets at sunrise.
Radishes, garlic, and heirloom vegetables, whatever's best today.
Stone fruit, preserves, and pantry staples shelved by hand.
Grab a basket of flowers, eggs, and the day's harvest under one roof.
Painted steel sculptures stand among the raised beds, a rotating collection placed throughout the gardens, so every walk through the rows doubles as a gallery visit.
Long lunches under the pergola, ceremonies by the fountain, and bespoke events set among the raised beds. The whole property becomes the venue.
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Intimate vows among the beds, golden-hour portraits in the field.
Long tables under the pergola, menus built from the morning's harvest.
Takeovers and launches in a setting no studio can fake.
Bespoke afternoons for the people worth gathering.
Dinner under the pergola, harvest on the plates.
Vows at the fountain, portraits in the field.
Cocktails among the raised beds at golden hour.
Full-property brand activations, staged end to end.
A full-property buyout for a day, a weekend, or a week.
Breakfast, lunch, cocktails, or dinner under the stars.
Short-term retail or sampling inside the farm market.
Season-long product placement in the curated market.
Fans out for anyone with a camera. Or without one.
Patrols the beds like he planted them himself.
Rare, elegant, and entirely aware of it.
Part chicken, part cloud. Happy to be held.
This spring's chicks, learning the family business.
Range the property all day; lay in every shade from cream to chocolate.
Home base. Cartons of fresh eggs land at the stand most mornings.
Fifty-odd birds call the farm home: peacocks, hens, silkies, and one very persistent showman.
The hens range the property and lay in every shade from cream to deep chocolate, and cartons land at the stand most mornings and rarely last past noon.
