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The End of Quiet

July at The Farm with Ed Hackett, General Manager of Beach Plum Farm

There is a moment every year when Cape May changes.

It doesn't happen because someone flips a calendar or because summer officially arrives. It happens gradually. One day the roads are empty enough that you wave to every passing Cape Resorts truck. The next, there are bicycles everywhere, beach chairs strapped to SUVs, and lemonade getting spilled over picnic tables.

The soundtrack changes too. The songs of warblers and migrating birds that carried us through spring slowly fade into the distance, replaced by the unmistakable soundtrack of summer—laughing families, screen doors slamming, golf carts humming down the lane, and yes... the occasional screaming child who has just discovered a chicken under their lunch table.

And somehow, it all feels exactly right.

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Back in April, the farm was quiet. It was hope. It was happiness.

Tiny seeds disappeared beneath freshly turned soil while the mornings were still cool enough for a sweatshirt. Every row carried optimism. Tomatoes, basil, cucumbers, peppers, none of them were much to look at, but every one represented the possibility of something extraordinary. Spring asks you to believe in things you can't yet see.

June reminds you that belief alone isn't enough.

The days get longer. The sun gets hotter.

Weeds seem to grow faster than vegetables, and every afternoon feels like another race against the weather. Every morning begins with a walk through the gardens wondering what survived yesterday's heat and what needs a little extra attention today.

Farming has always been an exercise in humility.

You can prepare the soil, irrigate every row, pull every weed, and still find yourself looking toward the sky hoping the weather cooperates. We spend these long June days quietly rooting for those tiny seeds we planted back in April, hoping they're strong enough to withstand the “Anger of the summer sun” waiting just around the corner.

The farm, much like summer itself, has shifted gears.

The months leading into June were filled with interviews, orientation, training, learning names, teaching recipes, moving tables, cleaning cottages, stocking shelves, and asking ourselves the same question every hospitality team asks this time of year:

"Are we going to be ready?"

Now, thankfully, we are.

The summer team has arrived.

The new faces aren't so new anymore. Everyone knows where they need to be, who needs help, and what it means to welcome guests to this little corner of Cape May. The frantic preparation has given way to rhythm.

A Couple Of Women Sitting In A Garden With Flowers

Now we simply get to do what we love.

Feed people. Care for the farm. Throw amazing dinner parties. Watch children discover where eggs actually come from and remind adults what tomatoes are supposed to taste like. There is something comforting about that.

As July approaches, our country prepares to celebrate its 250th birthday. It's hard not to think about the generations before us who worked fields much like these, relying on long days, good weather, and even better neighbors. There is still something wonderfully American about gathering around a table after a day of honest work, sharing a meal built from what the land provided that very morning.

We like to think that tradition is alive here at our dinners.

SEE CAPE MAY

More to explore than just the farm.

One of the greatest joys of Cape May is discovering that no two beaches are alike.

Spend one morning at Cape May Point, where the breeze carries the scent of bay water through the dunes and the lighthouse quietly watches over everything. Walk the trails, look for birds, and let yourself slow down for a while.

The next day, head somewhere completely different. Watch the waves roll onto the beach in front of Congress Hall. Search for Cape May diamonds at Sunset Beach. Wander Higbee Beach, where driftwood, osprey, and quiet remind you that nature still has a few places left untouched.

Every beach tells a different story.

Just like every field.

BACK ON THE FARM

The menu changes because the farm changes

The first tomatoes are beginning to blush. The basil is filling the air with the smell of summer. Bouquets spill from the flower fields, and every morning the Market fills with whatever the gardens decided was ready overnight.

The kitchen simply follows their lead.

The menu changes because the farm changes.

That's always been the point.

So if you visit over the next few weeks and everyone seems to be moving just a little faster than they were in April, bear with us.

Summer has arrived.

The quiet mornings filled with migrating birds have given way to busy breakfasts, dinner service, golf carts, bicycles, and happy chaos. We wouldn't trade it for anything.

Here's hoping the seeds we planted back in April survive another heat wave, the tomatoes keep ripening, the weeds decide to take a vacation, and somewhere between the organized chaos of summer, all of us can find a few moments to enjoy this farm the way we did on those cool spring morning