Newsletter Stories
It Could Have Been Worse 🥶☃️❄️🐏
Well, it definitely could have been worse. For anyone new here, we lamb several times a year, and this time around, the lambs were due on Monday—right as the weather...
It Could Have Been Worse 🥶☃️❄️🐏
Well, it definitely could have been worse. For anyone new here, we lamb several times a year, and this time around, the lambs were due on Monday—right as the weather...
Lambageddon Is Coming… and So Is the Cold!
You ever notice how often we say, “It could be worse”? I’ve been tossing that phrase around a lot this week while getting ready for lambing season—what I’ve jokingly started...
Lambageddon Is Coming… and So Is the Cold!
You ever notice how often we say, “It could be worse”? I’ve been tossing that phrase around a lot this week while getting ready for lambing season—what I’ve jokingly started...
Growing the Flock Without Losing My Mind—Is It ...
Every January, I find myself thinking about growth—not just for the farm, but for me too. I’ll admit, the idea of “growth” can feel a bit daunting these days. When...
Growing the Flock Without Losing My Mind—Is It ...
Every January, I find myself thinking about growth—not just for the farm, but for me too. I’ll admit, the idea of “growth” can feel a bit daunting these days. When...
A Farmer’s Word: Keeping Christmas Promises
Have you ever heard the saying, “a farmer’s handshake” or “you’re only as good as your word”? For me, those aren’t just old clichés—they’re how I try to live. Promises...
A Farmer’s Word: Keeping Christmas Promises
Have you ever heard the saying, “a farmer’s handshake” or “you’re only as good as your word”? For me, those aren’t just old clichés—they’re how I try to live. Promises...
It Wasn’t Me, But It Took Me Months to Realize Why
A few months ago, my daily whining to Anne about the laborious routine of chores hit a critical level. My trusty, heavy-duty, two-wheeled wheelbarrow had somehow been getting heavier and...
It Wasn’t Me, But It Took Me Months to Realize Why
A few months ago, my daily whining to Anne about the laborious routine of chores hit a critical level. My trusty, heavy-duty, two-wheeled wheelbarrow had somehow been getting heavier and...
Why I Spent a Week Thinking About a Lawn Chair
Eighty-four stories ago, I wrote “The Neighbors Think We’re Crazy.” I told about planting a new pasture on what’s typically highly fertile land used for crops and vegetable production. That...
Why I Spent a Week Thinking About a Lawn Chair
Eighty-four stories ago, I wrote “The Neighbors Think We’re Crazy.” I told about planting a new pasture on what’s typically highly fertile land used for crops and vegetable production. That...