Boggy Creek Farm

I absolutely love everything this magical farm stands for. Everyone here is so incredibly kind and truly cares about sharing sustainable and organic farming practices, educating, and providing nourishing produce. I am so proud and grateful they are a part of the east Austin community. And I appreciate their willingness to educate anyone about sustainable farming practices. This farm has a special place in my heart. ♥️ thank you boggy creek for all that you do! You make the world a beautiful place.

Excellent farm fresh eggs, and truly fresh and local, if modest from time to time, produce. After all, seasonal means just that. Boggy Creek is a living breathing example of old Austin. We are so proud to have them. They are both a look into a positive future and a time capsule of simpler days. Truly a gem

Love going here on a Saturday morning for the fresh produce and good vibes. So lucky to have an actual farm in our neighborhood. Highly recommend

I had the pleasure of attending a fables from the farm presentation here recently, and it was the most unique and extraordinary thing I’ve seen in a while! The entire scene was fantastic. The staff and singers were welcoming, approachable, and outstanding throughout the presentation. If you’re looking for a unique experience support this local farm so they can continue to bring these amazing presentations to our community. Don’t forget to shop at the store on the way out! They have meat, vegetables, and all kinds of delights.

Boogy Creek Farm one of Austin ,TX oldest urban farms is a lovley farm stand to purchase local organic produce, and various non industrial raised meat. The farm house built by slaves is one of the oldest homes in Austin. Every Saturday morning I take time to photograph the many varities of fresh cut flowers.

I love having a local neighborhood farm that I can get fresh veggies from. They also sell pecans, pottery, honey, cookies, meat, all sorts of wonderful things from local small businesses. This is without a doubt one of the best hidden gems in Austin. Plan to volunteer soon!

My family and friends love visiting Boggy Creek Farm. This is a great place for the kids to run around and see chickens. Yummy produce! We are looking forward to coming back again soon.

Yup, well, it really is a ‘farm’ in the city. Less of a farm and more is a small holding, it’s somewhat overly rural, but will definitely appeal to those with a nostalgic, organic perspective on things. It is however not a farmers market, in that there’s no range of vendors and things to buy, but it is a market for this farm, in that you can buy the produce (mainly veg & leafy greens) produced right there on this small farm itself.

I visited here taking photos for Airbnb. The Airbnb is super nice and so is the farm! They have farm fresh eggs! I loved my time spent here and look forward to going back and getting some produce items they sell!

In the heart of East Austin, tucked between gentrified coffee shops and vintage bungalows, lies a patch of land that time politely slowed down for: Boggy Creek Farm. It’s not just a farm—it’s a living, breathing memory of when Austin was weird in a quieter, greener way. Long before tech startups and rooftop bars dotted the skyline, Boggy Creek was a muddy little vein trickling through what would one day become a city obsessed with kombucha and traffic. And at the bend of that creek, in the 1840s, a homestead was planted. Fast forward to the 1990s, and it bloomed again—this time with heirloom tomatoes, tender lettuces, and peaches so juicy they’d ruin your shirt. People say the fruit from Boggy Creek tastes like what your grandparents meant when they said, “back in my day.” Tomatoes so red they bordered on scandal, and melons that practically sighed when you cut into them. Carol Ann and Larry, the stewards of the soil, weren’t just farmers—they were storytellers with dirt under their fingernails. They grew with intention, sold with a smile, and reminded Austin that food didn’t have to come shrink-wrapped or flown in from Peru. As the city encroached, Boggy Creek held its ground—defiant, delicious, and undeniably Austin. It became a quiet refuge for those who still wanted to taste the sun in a peach and hear the cicadas over the hum of progress. And so, Boggy Creek Farm remains. A tale of fruit and Austin. Of roots, both botanical and cultural. And a reminder that in a town chasing the future, some things—like a tomato still warm from the vine—are worth holding on to.