Our Story

Sometimes the places that change your life are the ones you never meant to find.

When we first found this place, it wasn’t Orchid Hollow.
It was simply a quiet countryside rental.
We had no plans to buy a farm, build a vineyard, or imagine an entirely different future.
We were simply looking for somewhere to spend the summer. Having always lived in cities, a few months on a farm felt like the perfect adventure for our family.
What was meant to be one summer became something much more.

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After we returned home, we couldn’t stop talking about the farm. We missed evenings on the wraparound porch listening to Seven Spanish Angels, watching the sunset behind the horses, and seeing our kids spend entire days outside—catching frogs, riding horses, swimming in the pond, and coming home only when the dinner bell rang.
So we came back whenever we could.
Eventually, we asked the owner if he had ever considered selling it.
In March 2020, we closed on the property the same week the world shut down.
While much of the world came to a stop, life on the farm continued. We spent that year learning a different rhythm of life—family dinners, bonfires, catching fireflies, caring for the animals, and discovering that some of life’s richest moments are also its simplest.
When the world returned to normal, we hadn’t.

We decided to share the place we’d come to love. We built our guest stay, established the vineyard, and slowly shaped the property into what is now Orchid Hollow. Over the years, we’ve continued creating new experiences and welcoming guests from around the world, while carefully protecting the peaceful feeling that made us fall in love with this place from the very beginning.

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The more time we spent here, the more we noticed something remarkable.
People weren’t just enjoying a weekend away.
They were slowing down.
They were reconnecting—with nature, with the people they came with, and often with themselves.
That’s when we realized Orchid Hollow had become more than a place.
It had become a place where people come to remember themselves.