Don’t be afraid to go after what you want to do, and what you want to be. But, don’t be afraid to be willing to pay the price. ~Unknown~
For our 10 year anniversary, Brooks and I put farming on hold for a whole two weeks to take an epic trip to Montana and Wyoming. He had been out there for a college internship and said it was the most beautiful spot in America.
He was right.
I am certain that a part of my heart was left behind. I want to go back and, honestly, I’d strongly consider moving there if it weren’t for the harsh winters. #wheresmyplaneticket
To whet that Wyoming appetite, I’ve created a Pandora station called “Song of Wyoming Radio”. The station is based on… you guessed it… a song titled “Song of Wyoming”. It’s tons of cowboy style music. Old-school.
One day, there was a song that popped up on this station that made me tear up immediately. It’s called “Cowboy’s Work” by Brandon Ryder. As I listened to the lyrics play out and the perfect musicals in its background, I just stopped my work and cried.
There was something about that song that lit my Farmer’s Wife heart on fire. Each and every lyric hit home with me in ways that no other song, conversation, blog post, fellow farmer’s wife had. It’s like finally we as farmers were understood. Continue reading
As I look back on our farming journey there is one thing that stands out as being one of the biggest driving forces towards progress. That force is our ‘vision’. There are lots and lots of other components that have contributed to the cause, but more often than not, a relentless focus on the vision we have for our farm ministry is what has brought us as far as we’ve come, kept us from giving up, and allowed us to crush any fear that arises.
Starting anything from scratch can be a scary thing especially when there’s a bump or two (or three or a million) in the road. If you’re not committed to the vision, it’s easy to say ‘never mind, I didn’t want it anyways’.
But, that hasn’t been Brooks and I. We’ve been so focused nearly the whole way. Continue reading
Our farm life isn’t just about feeding cattle, driving tractors, scooping poop, and playing assistant to a lambing ewe. There’s a whole other piece to this farming equation that’s about living life inspired.
It’s about family. It’s about good food. It’s about the beauty of the land, pride in our work, and resting at night in our farm cottage.
I love the days that are slower because, to me, they always seem to be more meaningful. Dreams are dreamt, plans are made, and appreciating the lives that we lead all happen on days like that.
They hold more room for conversations with Farmer Brooks and making dinner is a great, big, happy opportunity instead of yet another thing I need to check off my ‘to do’ list.
Living out these slower days are what inspire me the most. Continue reading
We started the planning and initial building of our farm in 2006. The first tasks were acquiring land, saving some moolah for inputs, solidifying funds for the initial herd purchase, and preparing the land for our soon to be first group of yearling heifers. Among all that, we researched, researched, researched… and worked boo-coos of extra hours covering our basis. Have I mentioned that starting a business is no small feat?
We finally bought our first herd in Spring 2007.
At the time we bought our herd, we were conventional farmers with a concentration in grass-based. What does that mean?
It means we raised our cattle on pasture but still used medicines, vaccines, conventional feeds, and hay grown with fertilizers, etc. We were far from organic and definitely not sustainable. Continue reading
It was a cool morning on March 27, 2012. I awoke from my slumber, leaped from my cozy bed and ran to the smudged farmhouse window. In slight shimmer of the first peeks of sunshine at dawn, I could see them. The first lambs ever to be born on our farm.
I squealed to Brooks, “They’re here! They’re here!”
I ran outside, [phone] camera in hand, and gazed upon what I couldn’t only see as a miracle. Our first flock, having been on our farm a mere 5 months, were starting to lamb. I’d seen a baby sheep before in movies, magazines, and the state fair. The preciousness that they are met all of my expectations and then some when they resided at my own farmstead. Their little ‘baas’ were delighting.
Spring was upon us and this little moment in time was just the beginning. Continue reading