The House
Author · Mother · Wife · Keeper of a 46-acre farm
I'm Sarah Frémont.
I write from a small 46-acre farm in middle Tennessee, where I keep a garden, raise a family, and notice the seasons one window at a time.
Camp Frémont is the journal of the house and garden as we keep them — slowly, attentively, and with affection for lovely useful things. I post when there is something worth saying, and I mean it gently when I say it.
The journal is written in the family voice — the children, the geraniums on the sill, our delightful friend Lauren at Bloomsbury Farm, the neighbours we've borrowed cuttings from — and read, I hope, in much the same spirit.
The archive now gathers 39 pieces from 2021 through 2025, all organised together in one searchable place. Most begin with a window or a window-box, find their way to a list of useful things to do, and end with a warm word and a small sign-off.
xo
What returns here
The Garden
Edible plots, perennial life, flowers, vines, and the slightly wilder edges of cultivated places.
The Season
Wreaths, baubles, branches, tablescapes, and handmade things that return with the year.
The Story
Plant histories, place-based essays, and the slower observations that give the articles their reflective side.
A seasonal letter
A few thoughtful words, sent four times a year.
Posted at the turn of each season. Garden notes, a recipe, a small reading list, and whatever else is in flower. No advertising, no urgency.