I remember sitting in our living room when we lived in the city and discussing farm life. Even as we itched to escape the bustle around us, we talked about what we each wanted. From the first conversation, it was always a bull for my husband. He wanted a bull. Not a steer. Not a… Continue reading Never a Bull Moment
Over and over again, God has tugged on my heart to write, write, write. When I get a fresh reminder, I usually spend 2 or 3 days trying to put a little energy toward it. Then I fizzle out. For more years than I care to recount, this has been my pattern. Now, I find… Continue reading But, What Do I Write?
This has been farm fresh week for us. We've eaten more food that we had a direct hand in growing/creating than ever before. I'm in awe. I wanted to come here and put into words just what it's done for my heart and mind and motivation to really consume what we've worked so hard for,… Continue reading Oreos and Goat Milk
Being outside of town, on 6 glorious acres, letting our kids run wild has literally been a dream come true. I love it out here. My husband loves it out here (more than he thought he would, truth be told). The kids love it out here. We've got lots of stories to tell for being… Continue reading Making Big Mistakes on a Little Farm
It is 11:49 pm as I begin to type this. I won't actually let it publish until tomorrow morning, but I can't help but write tonight, about my day today. The feed store was closed today for Labor Day. Aw, who am I kidding, the feed store is closed every Monday. Sunday and Monday -… Continue reading A Nearly Perfect Day