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In the Blink of an Eye
It started like any other morning. Coffee in hand, kids still asleep, a quiet moment between husband and wife before the sun ushered in the rhythm of farm life. John...
In the Blink of an Eye
It started like any other morning. Coffee in hand, kids still asleep, a quiet moment between husband and wife before the sun ushered in the rhythm of farm life. John...
The Sweetest Person You’ll Ever Meet
The sweetest person you’ll ever meet Will greet you walking down the street— With a friendly smile, a warm hello, A cheerful “Morning, y’all!” in tow. She’ll ask where you’re...
The Sweetest Person You’ll Ever Meet
The sweetest person you’ll ever meet Will greet you walking down the street— With a friendly smile, a warm hello, A cheerful “Morning, y’all!” in tow. She’ll ask where you’re...
Farming Sorrows
When we started this blog, we promised to share not just the highs of modern-day farming—but the lows too. Last week, we faced one of those lows head-on. A stretch...
Farming Sorrows
When we started this blog, we promised to share not just the highs of modern-day farming—but the lows too. Last week, we faced one of those lows head-on. A stretch...
J.R.’s First Steps and Fifth Generation Dreams
There’s a pair of tiny boots by our front door—mud-caked, scuffed on the toes, and almost always on the wrong feet. They belong to our son, John Robert. We call...
J.R.’s First Steps and Fifth Generation Dreams
There’s a pair of tiny boots by our front door—mud-caked, scuffed on the toes, and almost always on the wrong feet. They belong to our son, John Robert. We call...
One Chicken, Five Meals — Stretching a Pasture-...
There’s something special about bringing home a whole chicken from a local farm. Not the plastic-wrapped kind you toss into your grocery cart on autopilot—but a bird that was raised...
One Chicken, Five Meals — Stretching a Pasture-...
There’s something special about bringing home a whole chicken from a local farm. Not the plastic-wrapped kind you toss into your grocery cart on autopilot—but a bird that was raised...
A Summer Reflection
Much of this spring has felt like a trip through an Irish shire — constant, unrelenting clouds bringing with them an overabundance of rain. We’re holding onto the old adage:...
A Summer Reflection
Much of this spring has felt like a trip through an Irish shire — constant, unrelenting clouds bringing with them an overabundance of rain. We’re holding onto the old adage:...