Farm Journal, Day…
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Farm Journal. Year 6, Day 326
“Let Me Check You for Ticks” — And Other Lies Country Music Told Me When we landed here, the kids were old enough to be curious, young enough to still need us for everything. We didn’t grow up on farms. We traded a mostly quiet cul-de-sac for all this land and had to learn how…
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Farm Journal. Year 6, Day 323
Beekeeping, like most things on a farm, keeps you humble. Just when you think you’ve figured it out, the weather shifts, the bloom changes, or a queen decides she’s had enough and swarms.
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Farm Journal. Year 6, Day 322
We were so close. The pen was nearly ready. The concrete had just been poured. But our sow went into labor before we could finish. No bedding, no separation, no quiet place to nest. We lost most of the litter—and our hearts are heavy. This life teaches hard lessons. Today, it taught us another.
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Farm Journal. Year 6, Day 319
There’s something special about watching a good cow raise a good one. But when her daughter becomes a mama herself? That’s legacy in motion.
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Farm Journal. Year 6, Day 315
“I wanna grow something wild and unruly.” That line from The Chicks echoes around here more than you’d think — especially when you’re raising kids in the middle of farm country. Tom and I didn’t just bring our family to the country to live off the land. We came here to learn from it. And…
