Notes on Family

I’ve been thinking a lot about the concept of home, and the meaning of family, lately. I think I’ve been obvious enough with the news that my family has grown with the addition of Matthew to The Farmstead. And our lives are better for it. Not only does he love me and my daughter, he loves the animals. This way of life, living on a working farm, is one that his own soul has .

Dear diary…I met a boy

One of the readers of this blog recently commented that reading my blog was like reading a best friend’s diary. It’s true, I probably take the phrase, “Know Your Farmer” to a whole new level. But, if there’s one thing I know about myself it’s this: I am who I am and what I am is an over the top, sometimes extraordinary, sometimes ridiculous, not afraid to fail, always honest human being who has .

Peyote is my Spirit Animal

There’s a bit of a baby boom happening on The Farmstead right now and, much to my shagrin, everyone is thriving! Both my Old Spot sows, Run Spot and Lady MacBeth, gave birth to their first litters, a combined total of 21 polka dotted piglets, and have been excellent mothers not just in the way they are gentle with their own piglets but also in the way they are gentle with me. I loved .

Scared & Happy: You can be both

Things are really starting to come together here at The Farmstead. I have found my rhythm as a single mother and farmer. I’m getting more comfortable with some new farm help (more to come on that later), I’m knocking out some lingering projects (hello permanent fences around the orchard), and the dairy is nearing completion. Yeah, you heard me. The dairy is almost done. If I’m being generous I would say I’m about two .