Newsletter Stories
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....
Why My New Boots 🥾 Made Me Feel Like a Grumpy O...
I have to ask—are there any products made to last these days? I mean, aside from our lamb meat, of course! 😊This summer has been one of those wild ones...
Why My New Boots 🥾 Made Me Feel Like a Grumpy O...
I have to ask—are there any products made to last these days? I mean, aside from our lamb meat, of course! 😊This summer has been one of those wild ones...
Bacon, Eggs, and a Barnyard Symphony: My Breakf...
Yesterday with my morning coffee in hand, I contemplated breakfast. Maybe it's my awareness of controlling the diets of the sheep that makes me think more about what I eat....
Bacon, Eggs, and a Barnyard Symphony: My Breakf...
Yesterday with my morning coffee in hand, I contemplated breakfast. Maybe it's my awareness of controlling the diets of the sheep that makes me think more about what I eat....