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...
Leaving my backpack in my Dad’s car overnight didn’t strike me as a stupid thing to do back then. But it was, because later that evening, my Dad did what he’d done many times before and took the car to fill up the little gas can we’d use for the lawn mower...
During our first year farming, I’d often come home at the end of the day to find Greg facedown on the couch with an ice pack on his back. Slowing down didn’t feel like a viable option at that time. After all, we were just getting started. So, it was full steam...
I’d be lying if I said that having a break from pig farrowing hasn’t been nice. These past 6 weeks without new piglets to tend to has given us a breather to catch up on other farm tasks and transition into our summer groove. It’s been lovely,...
Long before we had all these pigs roaming the pastures. And before we moved the 200 year old barn to the farm from a few miles down the road (did you know we did this?). And before we built the Farm Store, Greg and I made a deal with the powers that be. If the stars...
