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Marilyn MCMarilyn MC

On February 15th, 2024, as we embarked on our quest for a dairy farm, Jesus blessed us with a scenic journey along the river, enveloping us in the embrace of nature's splendor. Our pursuit led us to a quaint town where, amidst my search for raw cow's milk, we paused at Market Basket, hopeful for a connection to local farmers—alas, our quest remained unfulfilled. Undeterred, we continued our exploration, and there, on the horizon, I espied a captivating sight to my left: "Beaver and Farm." All I saw were those words. Entranced, I made the impromptu decision to halt our journey and redirected our course towards this intriguing locale. As we arrived, the melody of tires traversing wet ground greeted us, harmonizing with the rhythm of our anticipation. Parking our vehicle, my gaze was drawn to a weathered white door, bearing witness to generations past, a relic from the 1800s imbued with stories untold. Eager with anticipation, I ventured inside, greeted by a cornucopia of history woven into the fabric of the place. Jay, the guardian of this temporal sanctuary, welcomed us with a radiant smile, evoking a sense of kinship as if we were long-lost friends reunited after an eternity apart. While my husband engaged in jovial banter with Jay, I explored the trove of local treasures, discovering an array of delights crafted with care by skilled artisans. Amidst my perusal, I couldn't resist procuring a savory soup and, naturally, a bottle of exquisite maple syrup. Intrigued by the relics of yesteryears adorning the space, I marveled at the cabinet adorned with ancient tools and trinkets, relics of a bygone era. Above the cash register, the gentle sway of century-old cowbells whispered tales of days gone by, a testament to the enduring legacy of this humble abode. Though the milkman had yet to arrive, Jay graciously took note of my longing for fresh, locally sourced milk, promising to summon us when the coveted elixir graced their shelves once more. True to his word, the call came with the dawn, a beacon summoning us back to partake in the bounty of the land. Armed with anticipation, we embarked on a pilgrimage, returning to claim our bounty: two gallons of pure milk, a velvety indulgence of chocolate milk, and a diminutive vial of liquid gold—maple syrup In the twilight hours of our visit, as shadows danced amidst the relics of antiquity, I found myself enraptured by the allure of this enchanting stand, a place imbued with the whispers of history and the promise of untold adventures. As we departed, my heart brimmed with longing, eager to return in the summer and unveil the mysteries hidden within, a journey awaiting its next chapter beneath the summer sun's warm embrace.

Lisa PrattLisa Pratt

If there's one place I prefer for homemade goodness, it's this shop. They boast a variety of canned vegetables, sauces, and fruit products. Their pies are extremely tasty and well worth the effort to seek them out. You can buy these well-known pies fresh, and sometimes frozen. They also carry fresh fruits and vegetables, as well as farm-to-table meats. Additionally, they offer local honey and maple syrup products.

Thomas MeadeThomas Meade

Such a grate place its a bigger small town farm store / stand the people are incredibly friendly and nice and the pumpkins are the same price as wallmart and so much bigger and better also have baby goats you can feed definitely somewhere you should stop with the family and their pies are out of this world.

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Reviews of Beaver Pond Farm Stand

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On February 15th, 2024, as we embarked on our quest for a dairy farm, Jesus blessed us with a scenic journey along the river, enveloping us in the embrace of nature's splendor. Our pursuit led us to a quaint town where, amidst my search for raw cow's milk, we paused at Market Basket, hopeful for a connection to local farmers—alas, our quest remained unfulfilled. Undeterred, we continued our exploration, and there, on the horizon, I espied a captivating sight to my left: "Beaver and Farm." All I saw were those words. Entranced, I made the impromptu decision to halt our journey and redirected our course towards this intriguing locale. As we arrived, the melody of tires traversing wet ground greeted us, harmonizing with the rhythm of our anticipation. Parking our vehicle, my gaze was drawn to a weathered white door, bearing witness to generations past, a relic from the 1800s imbued with stories untold. Eager with anticipation, I ventured inside, greeted by a cornucopia of history woven into the fabric of the place. Jay, the guardian of this temporal sanctuary, welcomed us with a radiant smile, evoking a sense of kinship as if we were long-lost friends reunited after an eternity apart. While my husband engaged in jovial banter with Jay, I explored the trove of local treasures, discovering an array of delights crafted with care by skilled artisans. Amidst my perusal, I couldn't resist procuring a savory soup and, naturally, a bottle of exquisite maple syrup. Intrigued by the relics of yesteryears adorning the space, I marveled at the cabinet adorned with ancient tools and trinkets, relics of a bygone era. Above the cash register, the gentle sway of century-old cowbells whispered tales of days gone by, a testament to the enduring legacy of this humble abode. Though the milkman had yet to arrive, Jay graciously took note of my longing for fresh, locally sourced milk, promising to summon us when the coveted elixir graced their shelves once more. True to his word, the call came with the dawn, a beacon summoning us back to partake in the bounty of the land. Armed with anticipation, we embarked on a pilgrimage, returning to claim our bounty: two gallons of pure milk, a velvety indulgence of chocolate milk, and a diminutive vial of liquid gold—maple syrup In the twilight hours of our visit, as shadows danced amidst the relics of antiquity, I found myself enraptured by the allure of this enchanting stand, a place imbued with the whispers of history and the promise of untold adventures. As we departed, my heart brimmed with longing, eager to return in the summer and unveil the mysteries hidden within, a journey awaiting its next chapter beneath the summer sun's...