Newsletter Stories
The Adventures of Super Ram and Sneaky Ewe: Cha...
“Come on, Lilly, let’s go see Rita,” I said, mostly to break the silence. With Anne back driving the school bus, it’s just me, the dogs, and the sheep starting...
The Adventures of Super Ram and Sneaky Ewe: Cha...
“Come on, Lilly, let’s go see Rita,” I said, mostly to break the silence. With Anne back driving the school bus, it’s just me, the dogs, and the sheep starting...
It All Started with Hope... and Ended with a $8...
There’s a certain time of year I look forward to more than anything else: the outdoor farm show. A whole day to see the latest equipment, dream about the future,...
It All Started with Hope... and Ended with a $8...
There’s a certain time of year I look forward to more than anything else: the outdoor farm show. A whole day to see the latest equipment, dream about the future,...
The Sheep Escaped! But I Didn’t Even Care
Let me take you back to a day I’ll never forget—the day our first sheep arrived at the farm. I’d prepared for weeks. I’d read every book, studied all the...
The Sheep Escaped! But I Didn’t Even Care
Let me take you back to a day I’ll never forget—the day our first sheep arrived at the farm. I’d prepared for weeks. I’d read every book, studied all the...
From an Empty House to a Home Full of Memories
Here I sat in our house. The walls empty—no pictures, no paint, not even a clock to break the silence. The windows bright and clean, with the sun streaming in...
From an Empty House to a Home Full of Memories
Here I sat in our house. The walls empty—no pictures, no paint, not even a clock to break the silence. The windows bright and clean, with the sun streaming in...
Eighteen Thousand Five Hundred and Eighty-Eight...
I’ve lived 18,588 days, and four of them stand out. Three of those days are filled with joy, while one brought a profound challenge that has forever changed me. Last...
Eighteen Thousand Five Hundred and Eighty-Eight...
I’ve lived 18,588 days, and four of them stand out. Three of those days are filled with joy, while one brought a profound challenge that has forever changed me. Last...
The Mystery of the Old Pitchfork 👨🌾
I’ve been reflecting on an old pitchfork that’s been on the farm for as long as anyone can remember. Did my dad buy it? Unlikely, as he never had livestock....
The Mystery of the Old Pitchfork 👨🌾
I’ve been reflecting on an old pitchfork that’s been on the farm for as long as anyone can remember. Did my dad buy it? Unlikely, as he never had livestock....