
This past March, and again in April, I stood in our back hallway poking tiny seeds into pots of soil warmed by little germination

I step out into the garden... it is mid-morning, and the sun has started to warm the soil. The bees and other pollinators are

It’s the middle of summer, and my soul feels a bit weary...

Healing is often a slow journey, and one that should happen in a particular order. Here's the story of my journey.

There’s something about spring on the homestead that feels like a deep breath after a long winter.

These are letters written from my heart to yours. Appropriately titled, From the Heart of the Homestead. Let's walk this journey together.
Grass-Fed vs Grass-Finished
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