I would like to offer an opinion on Bluebird Canyon Farms, and an opinion from someone that actually lives in Bluebird Canyon. This farm is a delight to behold. It is neat, orderly, instructive, and lush with educational opportunities. My wife and I have watched it grow from the outset, and there is probably nothing more heartwarming than to view vegetables, raised beds, out-buildings, and beehives, to help us reaffirm our connection to nature. And to know that those around us haven’t yet lost sight of what should always matter.
This could all be replaced with mansions and cars and the neutered hills that define Newport Beach—where you can customize your notches into the hillsides, pour your slabs, backfill, and build. And soon you’re having cocktails with your friends, proud to finally be above the rest.
While the rest of us mourn our loss.
Here’s the point: Not one of us, even those that have been raised in suburbia, is without a memory of a farm. The sounds, the smells, the crisp chills in the morning, the recognition of everything as it once was. In upper Bluebird, there are some folks willing to share that memory. Why not let them?
I would respectfully ask that you please allow these folks the Conditional Use Permit. The true spirit of our community is exemplified on the side of that hill. The permit will allow the farm to speak for those of us that haven’t yet lost touch with our roots and will speak to those that are only now trying to connect.
Mace and Virginia Morse, Laguna Beach