The very first night we slept in this little yellow house, I rolled over in bed and told Greg that I thought we might’ve just bought ourselves a dud. The clanging base-board heaters, never-ending varieties of wall paneling, broken appliances, leaky roof, and...
A police officer called us the other day. In a very serious tone, he confirmed that I was beside Gregory Hartt. And then ominously asked, “Did you lose something, recently?” Naturally, we went into a state of panic. It’s the pigs. We must have lost an actual pig! Or...
Ruby had her piglets this week, just a few hours before Farm Store started on Sunday. We happened upon them during morning chores – momma resting on her side, the piglets nestled beside her, with 2 hefty portions of placenta plopped on the ground nearby. As...
Before we became farmers, we took a trip to Utah and hiked around Zion National Park for a week. To stay on budget, we went in the off season and brought a camp-stove along so we could make most of our meals on the porch of our little hotel room (YES, this was...
Our therapist told us recently that Greg’s the 18-wheeler in the relationship. While he usually needs ample time and space to readjust and pivot when a change of course is needed, I’m apparently the zip car who comes about quickly. Sometimes too quickly...
