Ground Breaking
This old house has stood here on our land since 1910. The history within these walls and around this property intrigue me. I wish I could press a button and get a little glimpse into the past that unfolded here.
This old house has stood here on our land since 1910. The history within these walls and around this property intrigue me. I wish I could press a button and get a little glimpse into the past that unfolded here.
There are few things in life that leave a huge impact on more than just ourselves. It's what grows into our legacy. Our personal story. What made us who we are.
This is my favorite view on our farm.
We've spent the winter hunkered down and going through the daily routine of feedings and keeping pens warm and dry here on the homestead. It feels like this winter has been particularly cold. We've had more snow and ice this year than in recent memory. It sure makes for quite a bit of extra work.
For us, being fully aware of where our food comes from and how it actually makes it to our dinner plates is a very important thing to teach and to learn. There is no magic fairy that waves her wand to make that package of meat appear in the grocery cooler. A lot of hard work and sacrifice goes into every meal we make.
I love waking up to the crisp morning air, a thick blanket of fog still kissing the fields as the sun peaks up over the horizon. Bundled in my boots and sweater as I let the animals out for the day, everything is so calm and quiet on the homestead.
We spent the weekend hauling in the last of the hay from our bottom land- two round bales at a time. One on the front of the tractor, in the bucket and the other on the back of the tractor, strapped down onto the forks with ratchet straps.