In the Family since 1810

High View Farm, in Harrison, Maine, has been in the Winslow family since 1810. Bill Winslow carries on his father’s dreams of, working with draft horses and milking Guernsey cows. With his wife by his side, he and Darcy strive towards growing and supplying sustainably produced dairy products and cage free eggs. When winter arrives on High View Farm, Bill and Darcy crank it up a notch and get ready for their nostalgic horse drawn sleigh rides.

High View Farm is supporting Belgian draft horses, Guernsey and Jersey milk cows, pigs, sheep, chickens, many barn cats and two hard working Shelties. Keep in mind that the farm is always changing. You might come to the barn expecting to see the lambs or that cute calf that was there, and find, that both have gone. Before you can get disappointed though, you’ll find that in their respective places are a milk cow and a brood of fuzzy yellow chicks. Change is growth on the farm, it’s one of the many ways that it continues to maintain.

High View Farm is Bill and Darcy’s dream, their labor of love. Whether you are coming to the farm for a sleigh ride, butter or eggs, you will have a chance to see a dream realized. You will have an opportunity to be a part this dream, all you have to do is show up. You may slow down to pat a kitten and realize you have found a new member of your family, or witness the twinkle in Bill’s eyes as he is hitching up his team. You might catch Darcy elbow deep in butter and stop to lend her some help or hold a warm egg in the palm of your hand to complete your dozen. You could join your family on a horse drawn sleigh ride through the Maine woods creating a wonderful memory and perhaps a yearly tradition.

Regardless of how you show up, please know Bill and Darcy Winslow invite and welcome you to come feel the wonder, silence, peace, and joy that High View Farm has to offer.

Fertile Ground

a story about the first hour of our daily life

by Lisa Winslow Roesing

The rooster’s revelry awakes a sleepy High View Farm. The undaunted hens regard him with a look of slight distain and dismiss his cocky continuous calls. They go about their business of squawking, laying, pecking and scratching. The heavy draft horses bang on the door, the whole barn quakes and sends after-shocks to the house shaking Bill and Darcy from their slumber. The barn cats and kittens run for the loft after a night of mischief in the aisles. The cows low, complaining of their full, tight udders. The pigs begin to grunt and grovel, pushing the trough around the pen. The bleating, demanding lambs take up the song of the awakening farm. Gus, the lone calf, joins the lambs in their cry. The refrigerator in the farm store hums hungrily as if anticipating the product that will be replaced today. In the house, the TV automatically turns on at 7AM to The Today Show. With a grunt, Bill throws his feet over the side of the bed and steps into his overalls that he had dropped on the floor the night before. In the kitchen, he lets out the dogs, puts on the coffee and checks the weather and the messages on the computer. He pours two cups of Joe, tops them off with raw milk, enough sugar to jump start a giant and heads back upstairs. He gently sets the warm cup into Darcy’s grateful hands as he reclines back on the bed. The washing machine is thumping away, the bed had been made and the dogs want back in. Bill pulls a library book from his pile of books and periodicals from the floor, Darcy sips her coffee and laughs at the shenanigans of TV personalities, Matt and Meredith, and the husband and wife begin their discussion of what the day will bring. Read More