Farm Journal, Day …

Farm Journal, Day…

My story as a transplanted city person living life on our family’s ranch in the Ozarks.

Latest Journal Entries

Farm Journal, Year 7, Day 1September 10, 2025
Seven Years on the Ranch On September 10, 2018, we left behind a suburban cul-de-sac and took a leap of faith into 141 acres of pasture, timber, and possibility. We… Read more: Farm Journal, Year 7, Day 1
Farm Journal. Year 6, Day 362September 7, 2025
Things We’ve Fixed This Summer (and Things We Still Need To) This summer, we’ve poured concrete, patched pens, tightened fence lines, replaced mower blades, and rebuilt a busted gate. And… Read more: Farm Journal. Year 6, Day 362
Farm Journal. Year 6, Day 334August 8, 2025
Meet Melody — the only registered calf we ever got from our first herd sire, Jukebox. She’s the daughter of our foundation female, Grayson, and a living link between where we started and where we’re headed. Thoughtful, maternal, and bred with purpose, Melody carries the heart of our herd in more ways than one.
Farm Journal. Year 6, Day 326August 2, 2025
“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… Read more: Farm Journal. Year 6, Day 326
Farm Journal. Year 6, Day 323July 29, 2025
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.
Farm Journal. Year 6, Day 322July 26, 2025
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.