The siding for our home arrives today, marking the beginning of the last (?) leg of this old farmhouse remodel.

Nearly 150-years old, what we have come to call the Farm House stands forlorn on a hill two miles from the family farm.

Long before we moved to the farm, I told John I did not want to be in the livestock business. Specifically, the cattle business.

Inside, my mind is racing. There are so many little logistical things to deal with. But outside, the weather is glorious.

A photo is worth a thousand words...here is a sampling of what our week was like in photos.

All farm leases start on the first of March in Iowa. Today is that day. I took a long walk around the farm...our farm.  Granted, we are ...

Today's blog post is not about the farm per se, but about life more generally. John just left for Iowa for a month (to broadcast all tha...

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...

The saying goes that a mighty oak grows from a tiny acorn, but in my case a mighty pile of lumber grew from one mighty oak. Four years ag...

Many of you have asked in the past few days since our big announcement that we signed a lease - when are you moving? The answer is a bit ...

Holy guacamole – it looks like it is true. We will be heading to Iowa to be farmers. My thoughts? As you may have seen over the course o...

I have come home to Iowa for Christmas and New Years this year. I arrived and the temperature dropped almost 40 degrees overnight. The t...