I'm going to say it. My cows have a fly problem. It's embarrassing as a farmer, sort of like having your kids come home with lice from sch

It is 3:30 a.m. and I am up. The tractor broke down today. The big one, the one I use for everything.

The choosing was agony. So many sleepless nights. But then, once I decided, peace settled back in.

I am coming up on the first month of being a farmer and I am surprised just how stressful it has been. I have loved every minute of it, ...

We were off, and then we weren’t. On Saturday, March 9th, our first calf was born. John knew it was coming, he had seen that the cow’s wa...

I remember the day clearly. A black, baldy cow that we were trying to get in to give her her yearly shots was getting mean. Most cows w...

I spend a lot of time walking the land of our farm.  It helps me think and often the land itself will give me the answers to the question...

We went to McCorkle’s to talk about seed the other day. Seed. We drove down a series of frozen dirt roads, brown fields and bare trees li...

Happy new year! We decided to share here our conversation with each other about our thoughts for the new year. Perhaps it will resonate w...

Shirley Gray’s nails are painted an orangey red that matches her lips and hair. The kind of orangey red that, before Trump, was the domai...