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Farm Lullaby

I consider myself a farm girl.  From the age of 10 to the present, I have lived and breathed the farm life.  Before that, however, I was a city kid.  My summer days were filled with friends; bike riding, swimming, and walking to the local 7-11 with just enough change in our pockets for a …

June 7th, 2013  |  Published in Family


Spring

Sun shining Trees budding Kids running, screaming Hot dog roasting Green heads pushing through the earth And grass stained knees. Sun shining Tractor chugging Seed planting, watering fence fixing 4:00 a.m. alarm sounding And grass stained knees. It is Springtime on the farm.

May 8th, 2013  |  Published in Family, Organic Farming  |  1 Comment


Nature’s Perfect Symphony

Perfection.  What is your definition?  Is it a great meal with all of it’s color and flavor?  Is it a day filled with family and friends?  Or could it be achieving some long sought after goal or dream?  Any or all of these things would be a great example of perfection.  For me, there is …

March 27th, 2013  |  Published in Travel


Road Less Traveled

A few weeks back, I was honored to be given the opportunity to attend a gathering of women from across the country.  The purpose of this conference was to hear and validate the voice and role of women when it comes to the future of our environment, our humanity, and the well being of future …

October 9th, 2012  |  Published in Organic Farming  |  2 Comments


Reunions and Realizations

As summer winds down, I tend to breathe a sigh of relief.  There are plenty of good things that happen during the summer, but those commercials that depict glasses of lemonade, sitting on the porch while the birds sing, and long lazy days are not our reality of summer.  Our summers consist of pipe moving, …

September 13th, 2012  |  Published in Organic Farming  |  1 Comment


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I grew up a farm girl, moving pipe in Southeastern Idaho, studied at Utah State University, and thought I would fall in love with some city kid and marry. I did fall in love, but it was with a dairy farmer from across the river. We now run our own organic dairy, milking 200 cows with the help of our six children. I would never have guessed that my paradise would be found out in a pasture of grass, with a herd of dairy cows, on a cool fall evening, with my hubby and kids. But really, who could ask for more?