McFadden Farm

05/24/2026

04/22/2026

I know we’re over a month late, but these 2 deserve our praise.
Stephen and James were born into a farming family… and when I married Stephen, I didn’t just marry him—I married into a way of life that I, too had grown up in; rooted in hard work, faith, and generations of love. 🤍 The values that were poured into them are the same ones we try to live out every single day—showing up, no matter how tired you are… doing what needs to be done, even when no one sees… and trusting God through every season, believing that he’ll send the rain before the fires get too close, good days or hard ones. Farming isn’t just something we do—it’s who we are. It’s early mornings before the sun rises and long days that don’t end when the sun goes down. It’s 365 days a year, 24/7… no days off, no shortcuts. It’s not always easy. It’s not glamorous. It can stink😷.And it sure won’t make you rich in money…but it will make you rich in purpose, in family, in faith, and in a life you can be proud of.

We are beyond blessed to live this life—and we wouldn’t trade it for anything in this world. 🌾






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03/03/2026

Stephen and James were born into a farming family, along with Stephen’s wife, Jenny; their families instilled many values that we cherish and work at to this day. Farming is 365 days a year, 24/7.... there’s no 9-5 or even 12 hr shifts... it’s a lifestyle, not a fancy one or one that’ll make you rich but we are blessed to be living it and wouldn’t change it for the world!

02/16/2026

Let them get dirty.
Kids are washable.
Time isn’t.

Let them climb the fence.
Let them dig in the creek bank.
Let them chase chickens, build stick forts, and come inside smelling like sunshine and soil.

Let them run barefoot in the grass.
Let them scrape their knees.
Let them track mud across the porch.

Childhood is not meant to happen under LED lights and hand sanitizer stations.

We were never designed to grow up in sterile boxes.

The human immune system is built by exposure. By contact. By living. By interacting with the world — not hiding from it. Healthy soil contains millions of microorganisms that have coexisted with humans since the beginning of time. Sunshine triggers vitamin D production. Fresh air improves mood and regulation. Movement strengthens bones and coordination.

Are germs real? Of course.
Do hygiene and common sense matter? Absolutely.

But there’s a difference between wisdom and fear.

We’ve traded scraped knees for screen time.
We’ve traded sunshine for Wi-Fi.
We’ve traded creek water for bottled hand sanitizer.

And then we wonder why kids are anxious, overstimulated, and disconnected from the natural world.

Let them learn how dirt feels between their fingers.
Let them feel cold air on their cheeks.
Let them build confidence by climbing something that scares them just a little.
Let them solve boredom without a screen.

Strong immune systems aren’t built in isolation.
Resilient kids aren’t raised in padded rooms.

They’re raised in backyards.
On farms.
In woods.
Under open skies.

Will they occasionally get worms? Maybe.
Will they occasionally get sick? Sure. That’s part of being human.

But what they gain — strength, courage, imagination, grit — far outweighs a little mud in the bathtub.

You can’t rewind childhood.
You can’t reschedule wonder.
You can’t sanitize every risk out of life without also scrubbing away the magic.

So let them get dirty.
Let them be wild.
Let them be little.

The laundry will wait.
Time won’t. 🌿

01/31/2026

Let us see your farm pictures today. It’s beautiful out there today!

01/01/2026

Happy New Year from our farm to yours! 🐮✨
Thank you for choosing local, supporting our family, and trusting us with yours. We’re so grateful for each and every customer and can’t wait to see what this New Year brings. Here’s to fresh beginnings and continued blessings in 2026! 🌾💚🌾

12/27/2025

Beauty morning on the farm. Let’s get this hay going.

12/26/2025

Mixed Grass Hay- Square Bales- $7/ bale

12/25/2025

🎄Merry Christmas from our farm to yours🎄

12/22/2025

December 21 shows up every year quietly, without lights or songs or anyone baking cookies for it. It doesn’t get an Advent calendar. No one puts it on a mug. But it might be one of my favorite days of the year anyway.

Because December 21 is the day the light turns around.

It’s the shortest day. The longest night. The point where the darkness has stretched itself as far as it possibly can and physically cannot take one more minute. And from here on out, the days get longer. Not dramatically. Not all at once. But measurably. Even if you can’t feel it yet.

Which feels…on brand for God.

This is the day that feels like a Christmas present slipped under the tree early. No wrapping paper. No tag. Just the quiet knowledge that the light is coming back whether it feels like it or not.

And the wild part is that December 21 doesn’t look hopeful. It doesn’t feel warm. Nothing about it screams breakthrough. It’s still dark when you wake up. Still dark before dinner. If you judged the situation by appearances alone, you’d say nothing has changed.

But something has.

The math has shifted. The trajectory has turned. The longest night has already passed by the time you realize it. Darkness has lost ground even though it still feels heavy.

Which is exactly how God works most of the time.

He doesn’t usually flip a switch and flood your life with sunlight. He nudges the direction. He changes the arc. He does work underground, in silence, while everything still looks cold and unchanged.

Christmas works the same way. The world didn’t get brighter overnight when Jesus was born. Rome was still Rome. Herod was still Herod. People were still struggling. But the light had arrived. And darkness had officially been put on a countdown it couldn’t stop.

I think December 21 is God’s little reminder that just because you’re still in the dark doesn’t mean the dark is winning.

Sometimes the gift isn’t immediate relief. Sometimes the gift is knowing this is as dark as it gets. The turning point already happened. You’re just living in the early minutes of the change.

So if you’re tired. Or discouraged. Or wondering how much longer this season is going to last. Mark the day. The light has started its slow, stubborn return.

No fanfare. No fireworks. Just the quiet promise that the days ahead hold more light than the ones behind you.

And that’s a pretty good Christmas present.