Country Living, Life, Marriage, Mini-Vacations

Flip Flops are Not for Farming

So the city gal in me is learning the hard way that flip-flops are not for farming. What I wouldn’t give for a pair of sturdy, worn cowgirl boots right about now. My poor feet are beat up from stepping on rocks, nails (thank God I’m up to date on my tetanus shot), and various… Continue reading Flip Flops are Not for Farming

Farm Life, Parenting

My Children are Chickens

Every day I face as a parent, I find myself more and more grateful that I had the life I did growing up. For the first about seven years my family lived in the city, three blocks from a large park that myself and my siblings would often bike to. When we weren’t doing that… Continue reading My Children are Chickens