
The Story Behind FLAG
Rooted in over 20 years of farming, FLAG on the Farm was created to share the fruits of that journey with others.
Our story begins in 2015, when, after ten years of farming on a small property in the Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex, the Green family moved to a larger farm in the Blackland Prairies of East Texas.
The move was inspired by Mrs. Green’s father: Grandpa Joe. Having grown up around cattle, he believed a "real farm" needed room to grow. Not long after the move, Grandpa passed into God's eternal kingdom, but not before leaving one final request that continues to guide everything we do:
"Make this a farm for everyone... and forever."
The land was beautiful, but the people weren’t always welcoming.
The Greens quickly learned that moving from the Metroplex into a small rural community wasn't easy. They often felt like outsiders and earning the community’s trust has been a gradual process that continues today. Yet those experiences shaped a deeper conviction. They wanted the farm to become a place where no one would feel like an outsider, where every visitor would be welcomed with kindness, hospitality, and genuine friendship.
When the farm moved to a much larger property, it also moved about 50 minutes farther away. Like any move, there were trade-offs. The added distance made the trip less convenient for some, but the larger farm gave room to offer so much more. Many families made the further drive to buy healthy food, experience the farm, and spend time here. But during their visit, there was nowhere to sit, enjoy a drink, or even use a restroom before making the hour-long drive home. Time after time, the Greens found themselves saying, "There's a Braum's down the road."
It never felt right.
Hospitality had always been part of the farm's heart.
Around that same time, a young woman who had first visited the farm with her family as a customer gradually became part of the farm. After graduating from East Texas A&M University, she shared her desire to build her future on the farm.
That conversation inspired a new vision.
Rather than building a home for themselves, as was the plan when the concrete foundation was poured, the Greens moved into Grandpa Joe’s home after he passed away and gave the site that was going to be their home a new purpose: the Farm Lounge, a place where visitors could rest, share a meal, build friendships, and experience the hospitality they had always imagined.
Soon afterward, another friend, Greg, shared that same passion. The space was being created but the question became how to bring it to life and make it into the place we had imagined. Together they began asking a simple question:
“What if this wasn’t just a farm? What if it became a community?”
The answer to those questions became FLAG.
FLAG, which stands for Fellowship, Learning, and Growing, opened in 2025 as a private membership community built around friendship, education, and meaningful relationships. Although the organization experienced an unexpected pause during its first year, the vision never changed, and the doors opened once again with renewed purpose in March of 2026.
Today, Green Family Farms is the place,
the Farm Lounge is the space, and FLAG is the people.
Our story is still being written.
Every new member adds another chapter.
Every friendship plants another seed.
Every gathering reminds us that community doesn't simply happen. It is cultivated, just like a farm.
Our prayer is that everyone who passes through these gates, whether for an afternoon or a lifetime, will discover more than a farm.
And our hope is that, through each person who becomes part of this place, Grandpa’s dream will continue to grow: a farm for everyone... and forever.
This place is far too special to keep to ourselves.
Come for a visit and let us share it with you.

Forever...
Remember Grandpa Joe -
Grandpa's favorite quote:
Acuérdate: Nunca es tarde si la dicha es buena
which translates to:
Remember: It's never too late if the outcome is good.
Or, for a more poetic translation:
Remember: No time is ever lost when joy awaits at the end.
Grandpa was of Cuban descent and came to America as a refugee in 1966. From then on he lived the rest of his life in America in utmost gratitude for being "adopted" by the United States. He loved Yerba Mate tea and Notre Dame and lived a full life to the age of 92 years old. In keeping with his wishes, Grandpa's ashes are buried here on the farm, beneath the angels, in the place he loved and hoped would continue long after him. From time to time, even his beloved cattle, the very cattle he first dreamed of bringing to the farm, wander over to visit and rest quietly nearby.
