It was a hay sneezy weekend and that’s not a bad thing! Our farmer was baking hay while we had some sunshine. There’s no such thing as weekend for him. You have to…

It has been a perfect Mother’s Day afternoon… We beat the thunderstorms coming back from the far woods with some Shasta daisies to transplant by the front driveway. I am now sitting on…

After a few days traveling for work I was thinking of happy places as I pedaled with my hillbilly friend today. It was our first ride from my place since her baby was…

We are saying goodbye to April already and I can hardly believe it. Each week I see the changes, the grass is green, the trees have leafed out, and it’s planting time at…

It’s the time of year on the farm when the redbuds are in bloom and the dogwood flowed peek out in the woods . Chuck is busy watering his grass seed and the…

This is the Homestead where Chuck’s great grandparents lived. These days, his uncle and aunt live in the home and still operate the farm. Even at 86 years old, he can still load…

This afternoon we spent some time trimming a bunch of our peach trees. The buds are just starting to show and a few bloomed early. It seems mean to trim off hard grown…

Walking the fields this morning we found two sheds – antler sheds. One was small, the other large; both just a sampling of the deer population that roams the farm. I love the…

Our early walk this morning gave us a chance to catch up on plans for the day and enjoy the progress on the farm. As we came back to the house, Otto had…

In the winter, rocks on our hilltop pastures bubble up to the surface, particularly on the less established fields. Locals call them spring potatoes and tell stories of loading wagons with rocks for…