
Plenty of Green Grass.
It’s that time again, when one of steers had come to the end of his stay on our farm and
It’s that time again, when one of steers had come to the end of his stay on our farm and
Third, Kindergarten, and Fifth. In the blink of an eye, summer break ended and the kids were headed back to
One summer staple for me is cicadas. There’s something about their droning, haunting song on a humid summer evening that
I don’t know why (okay, I kind of do know why, teeheehee) we have so many spring birthdays, but we
In the middle of our spring-long celebration of birthdays, Jack turned thirty-six. Like all the other birthdays, the kids were
Spring signals a rebirth of life here at our place, and it seems fitting that we have a whole slew
In the middle of winter, I start seriously looking forward to spring. I want to have my hands in the
Sometimes, I think people get the wrong impression about living on a hobby farm, like it’s all green grass and
A little over ten years ago, I was huddled in bed, listening to a raging blizzard outside our Iowa homestead.
Yellowstone was only the very beginning of our mountain adventures. At Old Faithful, we met up with two of Jack’s
Ever since Zoey and then Peter joined our family, it feels like we have a month of nonstop birthdays in
Happy birthday to my hero! I have tried–started and stopped, started, then stopped again–to write something celebrating Jack’s thirty-fifth birthday.
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