Everyone thinks of springtime being the onset of new life around a farm. It turns out that "springtime" starts in the winter. Our baby lambs and piglets start being born in January. Seeds need to be ordered by February. Placing an order for spring meat chicks in March is definitely too late to get first pick on the spring shipment dates. I'm ok with needing to think about springtime in January and February. Over the past fast few years I've noticed that January and February

I never set out to be a farmer. I was raised in a rural area and always loved being outside, but that isn't how it happened. I've always enjoyed playing in the dirt and gardening. My summer job in high school and throughout college was working in a garden nursery and I was always bringing home marginal plants to nurse them back to life. I like animals and was raised around a laying flock, the occasional meat birds and my horse, but I can't say that completely inspired me. I t

It's sad, but some words just seem to loose their meaning over time. They get watered down, convoluted, corrupted, or even hi-jacked by authorities to a narrow, legalistic definition. I think this is especially true with words that become trendy. They become popular, over-used and everyone thinks they know what a particular word means, but do they? The words used in the farming realm are no different. I've been thinking about that a lot lately as we've been drafting our f