05/21/2026
Some land just holds memory.
This piece of Hill Country has been in our family since the late 1960s, when my grandparents bought it from the Weirich family. Long before we came back to stay, this land was already shaping us.
At the center of it all sits the old ranch house. Over 100 years old. Still holding its dishes. Still holding its furniture, its rugs, its old stove. It’s quiet right now — waiting for the right time. But it’s the heartbeat of this property. The barn, the smokehouse, the old washroom, the windmill, the corral — everything speaks to it.
The terrain out here is hilly and rocky, full of cedar thickets and dry creek beds. But then the live oaks open up — ancient, sprawling, wide. You feel the age of them.
There’s a spot on the property we call the Fairy Forest. A small grove where the oaks grow skinny and tall and close together. Something about the way the light moves through them. We named it that because honestly — fairies would choose it. It has that kind of magic.
And then, when you ride or walk back through the oaks and the pasture opens up — the world just exhales. That’s where our meat chickens live, rotating through fresh pasture the way this land was meant to be used.
In spring, the whole ranch wakes up. Wildflowers. Green grass. Those Hill Country sunsets that make you stand still for a minute.
This land isn’t just where we ranch. It’s where our girls are growing. It’s where we’re growing too.
Find us Sundays at the Pedernales Farmers Market, 10–2. Or at threesistersranchtx.com
