Everything here was already here. . .
20 acres in Farmersville, Texas. 3 ponds fed by North Texas groundwater.
Collin County's soil holds rain for days after the weather has moved on. Our vetiver roots reach +15 feet into it, filtering runoff before it reaches the water. The ponds sit downstream of the hedgerows — charging the soil with nutrients for a gorgeous head start.
The founding
Before there was Farmersville, there was Granbury.
2 1/2 acres in Hood County, Texas, where we spent 3 years experimenting!
Tracking how Cornu aspersa snails moved through substrate at different times of day — how its behavior shifted in response to moisture gradient and soil temperature. What the soil was capable of when you stopped asking it to do things it wasn't built for.
It was slow and just right.
In time, we developed a clear picture of what we are building toward: a system large enough to function as a demonstration, with water to sustain it and land to let each element breathe.
When 20 acres in Farmersville came into view. With 3 ponds, open cultivatable land, and Collin County's rich soil running deep; the recognition was immediate.
This was the land we’d been searching for.
The table. . .
is not set in a hurry. Every feature earns its place.
Brian and I established MKH's founding snail colony by sourcing from Texas backyards; starting, as any good cook does, with what was already in the kitchen. Cornu aspersa has lived in Texas soil for well over a century, in gardens, along fence lines, in corners most people walk past without looking down. No imports.
Our Cornu aspersa, Coturnix quail, MKH Heritage Cross chickens, and ducks are raised to organic standards. The quail produce at a pace that humbles everything around them. The Heritage Cross (Exchequer Leghorn over Egyptian Fayoumi) carries 4 thousand years of documented disease resistance from the banks of the Nile onto North Texas clay. The snails move through their paddocks with the slow certainty of creatures that have been doing exactly this for longer than agriculture has had a name.
Vetiver is the tablecloth, laid down first, underneath everything else. The roots descend +15 feet down, fragrant (smoky, woody, something between incense and petrichor) a scent that stays on your hands long after the guests are gone. . .
For those searching for land with purpose, a community with structure, and work that asks something real of you — you're welcome to inquire.
The exchange program is forming and the store is open!
All our best,
Brian & Ozi