There are seasons and cycles on the farm. A rhythm and a flow to this life. But the one thing that permeates everything is busyness. We are always busy. Because there is always something to do. And if I’m honest, most of the time it feels like if we take a few moments to rest
We are not meant to live life in grayscale. Do you ever feel like that? Life can sometimes seem like one long exhale. Go to work, pay the bills, make sure the kids do their homework. Recycle. Repeat. Exhausting. But what if there was more available to us? Have you ever read a
Do you remember how it felt to wake up to the first winter snow? How white it seems, that first snowfall. Hauntingly perfect. As a child, you probably couldn’t wait to get out there in it. To make the first snowman. To throw snow balls at your buddies. Or just to mess up that perfect
I sat down with a local agronomist to go over soil samples he pulled from both of our fields. I was encouraged, but not necessarily surprised by the results. For the most part, our soil is pretty healthy. Nitrogen levels are good, which is to be expected after years of conventional soybean and corn rotation.
This morning started out normal. Pretty much the same as every morning has started this week. Eyes open to a semi-kind of-daylight leaking through the window. Coffee downstairs followed by the pattering of little feet and impish giggling in the hallway. Cartoons on the television, cereal pouring into plastic bowls, the house suddenly coming awake.
When we first told our family that we were moving to Iowa, my grandpa asked me if I knew that Iowa gets “weather”. That wasn’t the first time we were asked that question, nor was it the last. Even when we finally did make the move, well-meaning Midwesterners asked us if we’d experienced Iowa winters
A few years ago, a friend of mine was battling cancer. During the tragic last year of his struggle he chronicled the events of each day for his friends and family and for the online world to see. His goal was to simply not let his sickness erode away the joy in his every day
If you’ve followed my blog for a while, you know I love spending time in the wood shop. You could say its kind of my refuge. My happy place. As my kids have gotten older, the wood shop has become a place where they like to hang out too. Evenings after work, I’ll slip away
I drove a little slower to work this morning. I watched the sunrise a little bit longer, watched how the orange light pushed the shadows across the fields. The color of the sun was vividly orange, an October sun, cutting up through a cold periwinkle sky smeared with watercolored streaks of magenta and lavender.