The land has always been part of the family. We just finally found our way back.

A kitchen. A family tractor. 170 years of history.

When my mother and I first walked into the kitchen of 323 Sennebec Road, something extraordinary happened. While the listing broker and our real estate agent were chatting nearby, my mother sidled over to me and whispered, 'Wendy, I've been in this kitchen before.'

She walked to the sink, looked at the photos on the wall, and gasped. 'That's Uncle Lyn and Uncle Jessie,' she said — her grandmother Sara's brothers. The house had belonged to the Hilt family, and Sara Wentworth had grown up just up the hill. We were covered in goosebumps.

A rustic wedding arch made of wood sticks decorated with purple flowers, set outdoors on a sunny day with a partly cloudy sky and green trees in the background.

Gerry and I closed on the farm in February 2017. And what followed wasn’t just a renovation — it was a resurrection. My two uncles, Harold and Joel (better known as Bruddy and Jody), both officially 'retired,' retrieved their hammers and gave this old place everything they had. The stone terrace was hand-built from walls on the property. The barn bars were crafted with the same pride that built this farm a century and a half ago. The tractor in the front field? It belonged to Wilbur Hilt — Sara's father.

We believe she's been here the whole time, watching over all of it.

An old rusty tractor with large spoked wheels sitting on a grassy area, with leafy trees and a partly cloudy sky in the background.
A small creek runs through a field of tall grass and plants, with trees in the background and overcast sky.

The Land

Sennebec Farm sits on 90 acres of some of the most beautiful land in mid-coast Maine. The front fields roll open and wide — golden in summer, hushed and white in winter. A creek winds through the property; cross it by foot and the land becomes wilder, climbing toward Barrett Hill through birch and hemlock.

The Hemlock Stand on the south end is a place I've set aside in memory of my father, who lived with Alzheimer's. I dream of building an aging-in-place community there someday — a place where people can live and be held by land just like this.

There's a part of a tree on the property that looks exactly like a heart. We call it the Sweetheart Tree. It's impossible not to love a place that grows things like that.

A rural scene with a large tree, a white house, and a grassy field under a partly cloudy sky.

What the Farm Heals

We've noticed something over the years: the farm seems to find people who need it. Guests who arrive exhausted and leave restored. Couples who didn't know a place like this existed until they showed up for a wedding tour and couldn't imagine getting married anywhere else. Families who come for a reunion and linger longer than planned.

We can't fully explain it. But we trust it. There is something about this land that holds people — gently, quietly, and completely.

The Structures

A snow-covered landscape with a large white house, a detached garage, and a barn in a rural area, with hills and trees in the background.

  • The Federal-style farmhouse has been fully renovated while honoring its bones. The second floor houses our Airbnb rooms and bridal suite. It is humble and regal at once — it anchors the property the way a grandmother anchors a family.

  • Weathered cedar, rustic beams, birch bark accents, and two beautiful handmade bars — built by the same uncles who gave this whole farm a second life. The barn seats 25–40 guests for intimate celebrations.

  • Hand-constructed by two brothers using stones harvested from the property's own walls, the Terrace sits at the highest point of the farm. The panoramic view from here is the kind that makes people stop talking and just look.

  • Added in 2022, the yurt has become one of the most beloved corners of Sennebec Farm. My 94-year-old mother loves to have lunch there, play cards, and stay overnight. It's a personal happy place — and soon, it will be yours to enjoy too.

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