Heck of a year.....

It’s been a whole year since the last post. If you’re reading this it means you have interest in my stories - so be sure you follow me on Instagram or Facebook. That’s where many more stories are told & you’ll get a real time view into things as we continue to meld into farm life.

Summer is beautiful at the farm. It’s also the in between period between the insanely busy and stressful spring planting and fall harvest season.

However, I’ve learned the work never really stops and there is not much of a break. I also have learned to appreciate the beauty of summer in the farm. I surely have a new found appreciation for the evening sun light over the soybeans, and sunsets over the cornfields along with the thrill of seeing my boys help with equipment prep and farm gardening activities.

Since my last post, a lot has happened.

In September 2019, a beloved uncle was tragically killed in a farming accident here. He was a retired policeman with a lifetime full of people who were affected by him through his service, his love for his family and his love for farming. He was one of my favorite people from the get go, upon marrying into this family of farmers & he is greatly missed. The lost left a deep hole in the extended family & we will continue to remember him & think of his loved ones. Farming has a bit of a different sentiment in my mind as well now, as I have reflected on the legacy he has left his family with their memories of times on their farm with him.

The 2019 fall harvest that followed was a difficult one for many reasons. As it wrapped up and winter set in, we continued on with life, completely unaware of what was in store for us spring of 2020.

Spring planting + a pandemic + distance learning for kids + quarantine made the planting season a whole different ball game. There was joy in much of it and the weather the good Lord graced us with, made it a successful one.

Check back for more posts on some of the insanities of our winter and spring, that included an attempt at forging a walking path at the “orchard woods” , fostering barn animals in my cappuccino house including a scrawny kitten and our beloved lamb, Snow.

I took part in birthing and dealing with the death of baby lambs, was promised the start of a barn renovation that I’m still waiting on, a farm weed garden that about killed me but is now finally producing (!!) & many more interesting stories.