English Farm. I have driven past this place many times, but I could never see an actual place to shop from the road, so I always chickened out, not quite believing the signage that claimed there were eggs and sweet corn to be had. On my lunch hour today, though, my desire to buy blueberries overcame my skepticism, and I turned down that long driveway. I can now tell you that there is, indeed, a barn full of fresh produce back there, along with some chickens, a horse, and two goats. And I got my blueberries (along with a few other things) so there will soon be baking happening.