Canvas Ranch


Canvas Ranch

755 Tomales Road, Petaluma CA 94952
FAX 707.766.6100

EGGS — All of our Araucana chickens (they lay the famous pale blue and green eggs) are free-range and fed no hormones or antibiotics. They enjoy running through the veggies looking for good things to eat — not new seedlings!

FLOWERS — A beautiful bunch of whatever flowers are blooming in our gardens, where we grow asters to zinnias, including lavender and sunflowers.

FRUIT — Three or four different kinds of fruit each week, some from our farm and some from neighbors.

ORGANIC BREAD — A loaf of delicious, local, organic bread from Della Fattoria bakery.

ARTISAN CHEESE — One of our most popular add-ons. Each month you will receive a selection of cheeses from small, local cheesemakers.

Bunching Onions
Salad Mix
Sugar Snap Peas

Summer Squash
French Filet Beans
Heirloom Tomatoes
Bell Peppers


Winter Squash
Fingerling Potatoes
Brussels Sprouts


The Canvas Ranch Story:

On those rare mornings when I wonder what in heck I’ve done, giving up my suits and heels for overalls and muck boots, all I have to do is gaze out the bedroom window across our front field and watch the baby goats playing. They face off, rare back, and butt each other, not hard enough to knock the wind out of a mosquito, but that doesn’t seem to be the point. They’re simply acting out their inherited dance, graceful and playful and full of mischief, and I never tire of watching.

We bought this place in the summer of 2001. My husband and I had sold our suburban home on just under an acre that we’d owned for 15 years. The day after the closing, we left for a two-month trip to France and Italy. (We’re not wealthy, just daring!)

It was there I got bit. On a visit to a small farm outside of an even smaller village somewhere in the Chianti region of Italy, I met Nora and her cashmere goats. They were magnificent. I had never encountered a cashmere goat before, except on a sweater, and was enthralled with their colors, their enormous, curvy horns, and their incredible hair.

Throughout Europe you find these little gems of farms. It is immediately obvious they are tended with character and love. In Italy we stayed in the middle of an olive orchard, and my husband spent a whole day picking olives (although that was hardly the point) with the property owner. Tree by tree they went, two men, 30 acres (it would take two weeks), each individual olive touched by hand to feel its ripeness, its health, its quality.

In France it was lavender. It was late October so the fields had long been harvested. I knocked on the door of the farmhouse, and a delightful woman was more than happy to open her small shop and show me her warehouse and distillery. My French is very bad and she spoke no English and we spent an amazing hour together. I learned that, to make quality lavender essential oil, you need to be happy. If you’re not, the lavender knows it and will not grow properly. The flower knows it and will not distill properly. The oil knows it and will not be pure.

We returned to the US and began looking for our new home. It now had some parameters: an art studio for my husband and enough land for me to raise cashmere goats, plant a few olive trees, and grow lavender.

We found it in Two Rock Valley in west Petaluma. A neglected 28 acres of grazing land, a rundown house, and a huge barn for my husband to paint in. After living in Sonoma County for 15 years, I think we had been to this part of the countryside maybe twice. Too bad. The undulating hills, the soft sky, the zillions of stars to look at, even the fog make this a landscape that slows you down.

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