Conspiring to satisfy….


Hand made, small batch goodness.


Keep up with the latest hijinks!


Who are we and how did we get here?

Welcome to W Conspiracy Farm.

We moved to the farm in 2019 and in 2021 we progressed to sharing some of the great food we were making here.

We share the farm with our enthusiastic dogs (don’t they make a cute logo?), our demanding horses, complacent cows, obstreperous geese, opinionated chickens and our latest accomplices, cheerful and curious pigs.

You can find us at markets around the Kawartha Lakes/Lindsay/Peterborough area with occasional ventures outside that zone or you can order products directly from our online store.

We are also a partner in Fat Bottomed Girls Garlic and you can check out those products from the same online store and find out more about that project on their website.


Come visit us at a Market near you!

Lindsay Farmers’ Market 

Saturdays May – October

7am – 1pm

Victoria St at Kent St
Lindsay, ON

Bobcaygeon Spring Shopping Madness

Saturday, April 27

11am – 4pm

Bobcaygeon Community Centre
51 Mansfield St

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2 days 20 hours ago

A rushed video while I was trying to beat the downpour.

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6 days 22 hours ago

Final post for the day, apparently I ignore you all week and then catch up in one day! Scape harvest went well, I’ve processed about half of my half and it’s dehydrating. Liz will be working on hers as soon as the power returns to her place! That storm was

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1 week 2 hours ago

Thanks to Mickaël's School of Bread for a fabulous morning. Learned to make pretzels with Lilian Wishnousky and came home with a couple dozen to hoard or share! Totally worth both the time and money. We will be back for a bagel class!

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1 week 6 hours ago
And finally the morning after! I’m off for a pretzel making class this morning and scape picking is on the agenda this afternoon!

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1 week 6 hours ago Returning from putting everyone to bed and Walnut making sure I get to bed okay! No matter what time I’m out there one of the pigs is always checking in.