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…

Chuck’s cousin’s son brought his kids out to explore the cave at the farm and Sara (5) wanted to be the trail leader. Of course, we let her lead. The cave wasn’t her…

I was watching a nature show on Saturday when they showed giraffes. Instantly, my dear friend who lives in Alberta Canada came to mind. She has traveled the world and sparked that same…

At the pinnacle of our ride yesterday, there was little evidence of our midweek snow day. Just the horses blanket and a little snowy residue in shady spots along the roadside hinted that…

Every Sunday morning we head out for a walk and Otto botto likes to lead the way. Today, we had time to trek to the far woods and enjoy a mild winter morning.…