Springtime on the Farm
We planted our garden over the weekend—in stocking caps and coats.
After a week of sweltering 90+ degree days (with the sprinkler running under the trampoline so the kids could play and stay cool), none of us expected to be digging in the dirt under a blustery 41-degree sky. But there we were—me and the kids—cold noses, warm hearts, and dirt under our fingernails, dropping young plants and seeds into the ground.
Tomatoes, peas, beans, cucumbers (we are big pickle eaters—I plan to make so many pickles), squash, pumpkins, herbs, melons…
If all goes well, this will be a summer full of flavor and a freezer full of goodness—saving little bits of sunshine for the darker months ahead.
Meanwhile, the animals are finally ALL back on pasture. The pigs, cows, sheep, goats, and chickens are doing their part—grazing, rooting, scratching—helping us build soil, sequester carbon, and raise food in a way that heals the land.
This is the heart of regenerative farming.
And if you’ve ever bought meat, a gallon of milk, a few dozen eggs, or even just shared our farm with a friend—you’re part of the regenerative farming movement too, and I love that.
I love it because America needs this shift. The way we farm matters. Regenerative practices—like rotating animals on pasture, building soil, and working with nature—can reverse soil depletion & erosion, restore health, and rebuild rural communities.
It’s powerful. And it starts right here—with small farms and people like you choosing food grown with care and conviction.
To be honest, my body is sore.
Spring hits fast and full—sunup to sundown work, with a to-do list that spins my head in circles. Fencing, fixing, planting, moving, tending, midwifing, running, cooking…
It’s easy to feel like I’m chasing the wind some days.
But oh, it’s so worth it.
Because in the middle of the chaos, there’s clarity. Little moments—or laughs—that give me pause. Like that quiet second when the sun dips low on the horizon and all is golden … and a comical gang of pigs runs past.
Wow, did God ever create a beautiful, unpredictable world.
Thank you for being part of this with me.
With gratitude and dirt-stained hands
(I really should go do the dishes now to clean these up, ha!),
I absolutely love having pigs on our property—especially now that they can root and graze freely on pasture. We’ve even cut a little path through the grove that wraps around the north end of the farm, so you can come visit them (and the swallows) anytime.
