Faulkner Farms

Beacon Hill took a field trip to Faulkner Farms in Santa Paula, a sleepy farming town we fell in love with a few weeks ago. Local grocers, a town center, roadside vegetable stands, canopied streets meandering like rivers around homes made of river rock.
It was a genuine farm, less commercialized than ones closer to home that incorporate amusement park into their scheme (Knotts Berry Farm as a predescessor).
The guide actually had the kids pick and wash vegetables, which were taken home and turned into a salad for the next day's potluck.

The requisite haystack maze
and mountain

Amos loves Jack

Linda, Michael, Aiden, Gabr

Carolyn would love to take a master gardener class there someday. The miles from our suburb into surrounding valleys lead to ranches and farms from a bygone era which reminds you what people saw in this area. Most people my generation can recall orange groves, dairy farms (I miss the drive-in dairies of my youth):
where we would pull in and out for our milk, eggs, last minute stuff. The "checker" would automatically load our backseat and away we'd go.

Incidentally, I also miss the drive through coffee stands and ATMS of the Pacific Northwest.