In 2015, Ducworth’s father, Lyman Ducworth Jr. ’70, passed away from cancer, and the farm’s cattle work was picked up by a neighboring farmer friend.
At the time, Ducworth was working as a Greenville, South Carolina-based surgical device rep, selling in western North Carolina and Upstate South Carolina. Soon after her dad’s passing, Ducworth realized the farm’s old barn would need cleaning out. The prodigal daughter returned home to Williamston, South Carolina.
“You know that old saying: ‘You can take the girl out of the farm, but you can’t take the farm out of the girl.’ It’s very true,” she says.
Ducworth grew up in the farm’s homestead, which was built in 1892, and she speaks of fond childhood memories shared with her brother, Scott:
“My dad was very busy in the ER with a pretty grueling schedule, and mom was running me and my brother all over town, being the mom with the most,” she laughs. “From horseback riding to baseball to dance. And, of course, we had our farm chores and our schoolwork to take care of.”
When Ducworth returned home to clean out the barn, she felt the familiar peace of her family’s land, and she says in that moment, she felt called to become a fourth-generation farmer. An idea began to take root.
“The farm has always been a place of peace,” she says. “I want it to be everybody else’s place of peace as well, to just come out and enjoy God’s country.”
Ducworth decided to take part of her family’s farm — 10 acres, to be exact — and make it her own. After a year of brainstorming and researching, she nixed ideas of rosemary and basil and settled instead on lavender, an herb not indigenous to the red clay of the Upstate.
“Lavender?” her brother asked, perplexed when she pitched the purple plant. Yes, lavender.