The start of summer brings such promise as the first crops of the season start coming to life. The sweetness of a summer peach. The crispness of summer's first cucumber.  At last, mother nature rewards us after a long, cold winter. We bathed in the beauty of all shades of green and enjoyed an incredible feast to welcome the most awaited season of all: summer.

A celebration of the winter season and the hidden gift of delicious foods it brings along. Winter itself is very mysterious—it’s cold and dark, the tree branches are bare and everything looks barren and dead. But covered with that sullen exterior, everything is still teeming with life, just waiting for the first breath of spring to burst forth.

Hot July days turn into long warm evenings kissed with bright pink sunsets and salty sea air. it's the perfect time to immerse yourself in the beauty and bounty of the sea. The water is a little bluer, the wine a little crisper and the memories a little more vivid.

We dined at our tucked away table and celebrated one of the longest days of the year. After heaps of delicious shellfish paired with amazing wine, the evening seemed boundless, full of laughter and connection.

Winter evenings are best when lit by candlelight, near embers and flame with a glass of Bordeaux in hand and the sweetest of company around us. That is exactly how we rung in the holiday season, at our White Fir supper, excited for all the gatherings and the love-sharing to come.

A Supper celebrated with the abundance of both land and sea, as summer came to an end. Fruits bursting with juice and sweetness. Courses awash in piquant pepper seasonings. Briny flavors soaking deep into crisp summer vegetables. We experienced the richness in food, company and scenery; dining near our reflection as we basked in the warmth of the late summer sun.

What a magical celebration of spring! New growth, vibrancy, brightness of flavor, and the return of the lush meadow. Guests enjoyed rich foods and the delights of the bounty brought forth by the season. An experience to connect to the land and to each other.

A long table gathering in the dead of winter, among tall evergreens, with fires warming each side of the table. Every course cooked over an open flame or directly in hot ash, the flavor of smoke and scorching earth seeped into every bite, making each dish rich in both flavor and story–the story of all of us, gathered at the table.

A late summer Supper at Tumbleweed farm in the shadow of Mount Hood, there is no better backdrop than that. No better way to cling to summer than by savoring each bite of the mouthwatering dishes prepared with fruits and vegetables harvested that very morning, from the same grounds where we sat the table. All in all, the perfect setting for connection.