Our Story
Forest Girl Farm sits on land that has belonged to our family for four generations, tucked beneath the redwoods of Aptos, California. Long before this place had a name, it already knew how to hold people steady, season after season.
I’m Sabrina. My grandfather still calls me Sabby, the same name he’s used since I was small enough to ride on his shoulders under these same trees. These days I’m a mother of four, and my life moves the way life moves with four children in it: quickly, loudly, rarely in a straight line.
The farm is where all of that softens. Not because growing things is simple, it isn’t, but because it asks something different of me: muddy boots instead of hurry, the rhythm of a season instead of the rhythm of a calendar.
Here, things grow the way they actually grow. Imperfectly, and in their own time. Beds get planted, then replanted. Edible flowers lean into the vegetable rows. Small, ordinary beauty gets folded into an even more ordinary family life, and somehow that turns out to be the whole point.
This farm was never meant to be the fastest way to do anything, or the tidiest. It’s meant to be honest: showing up, paying attention, letting the things that matter take their time. It’s where I meet the land, and where I bring my children along with me, because some lessons only take root outdoors.
Welcome to Forest Girl Farm.
Forest Girl Farm 