Four Muses Farm

10/12/2026

I remember hearing Rain on the Scarecrow by John Cougar Mellencamp… or John Cougar… or John Mellencamp.

I was just a kid when I first heard that song, but the lyrics stuck with me. Haunting words about losing the family farm, the heartbreak of watching a way of life slip away, and the staggering price of making a living off the land.

I’d wanted to be a police officer for as long as I can remember, and that dream came true. I was drawn to the agency where I began my career—and where I’ll finish it—by the geography as much as anything else. Rolling hills, farmland, and the suburbs all woven together. A little bit country, a little bit city, and a whole lot of community.

Adam serves the city where he grew up and where we now live. There’s something deeply satisfying about a life spent in service to the places and people who helped shape you. It’s more than a job. It becomes part of who you are.

And now, as we start preparing to transition out of our vocational service in the next five years or so, the infamous five year plan, I’m learning everything I can about farming. Micro-farming, to be exact. Because let me tell you, after seeing what it costs just to maintain our little patch of acreage, I have a newfound respect for anyone trying to make a living off the land.

Meanwhile, our oldest muse has been riding along during sugar beet harvest with one of her favorite men in the world—or perhaps the favorite man. ❤️ His rig could probably drive right over our baby tractor without even noticing it was there. And there she is, looking so tiny beside all that machinery, getting a glimpse of the hard work that keeps our world turning.

It’s raining up north today, and somehow that old song is playing in my head again.

As we look toward our next chapter, I’m reminded that service comes in many forms. Some serve their communities in uniform. Some serve from the cab of a tractor, working long hours and carrying on traditions that have sustained families for generations. Some of us are just trying to figure out how to keep a few acres alive.

Whatever our next chapter holds, I hope we never lose our appreciation for the people who work hard, serve others, and care for the places they call home.

May there be no rain on the scarecrow in their future. Or ours.

Hug a farmer today… or a wanna-be farmer. We need them both.

Happy Monday, friends!

10/11/2026

The stand is retired for the season since the hens are starting their ‘winter break.’ Fun fact-the hen’s production is affected by amount of daylight. We don’t use artificial light and give them the natural break they would have in nature.

So instead-we leave you with side eye Sunday. R***r knows how to give us teenage angst vibes-especially since he’s nearly 14 in dog years! Happy Sunday friends!

10/09/2026

We’ve been checking off chores in preparation for winter, and today’s agenda included a whole lot of shoveling sh*t. Literally.

Gwen, of course, made sure to balance her heavy workload with a little socializing with the mares. I caught her and Patsy deep, deep in conversation, and I can only assume they were discussing the copious amounts of sh*t being shoveled around here. Perhaps exchanging manure management tips? Or simply talking sh*t about the rest of us?

Happy Thursday, friends!

10/05/2026

Tonight I donned my respirator and briefly felt like I belonged on an episode of Breaking Bad. In reality, I was treating the bees with oxalic acid to knock down the mite population before winter.

I also managed to feed about half the hives before one colony decided to go absolutely nuclear on me. I walked away with a few stings and called it a night.

The rest of the crew gets fed tomorrow night. 🐝

Happy Sunday, friends!

10/03/2026

Selfie sheep Saturday! I’m going to work on putting them to work by ‘mowing’ our ditches this week:)

09/29/2026

The hives on our neighbor’s property have now been hit twice by what we can only assume is a bear. His hives are tucked into a little grove of pine trees, while ours sit out in the open, surrounded by an electrified fence.

Every morning, I wake up and immediately check the bee yard to make sure our hives are still standing. This morning, I was greeted by the scene above—and my heart sank for the hive owner. Anyone who keeps bees knows just how much blood, sweat, tears, time, and, of course, stings go into caring for those little girls.

So here’s hoping our bee yard looks just as peaceful tomorrow morning… and that Pooh hasn’t decided to move down the road and take up residence at our house.

Fingers crossed & fences charged!

09/27/2026

Adam told me he wanted to bow hunt this afternoon, but since we work opposite days at our “day jobs,” finding time to get together and care for the bees can be a little logistically challenging.

“Bees before bows,” I told him.

So, out to the hives we went this morning—and naturally, he got stung several times on the right hand and wrist.

I’m secretly hoping he can still pull his bow string back… and very happy to report that his wedding ring is still on.

Happy Sunday, friends!

09/23/2026

Sunday was a full-circle kind of day: we cleaned up the farm and celebrated the marriage of some truly lovely souls at a wedding in Red Wing💛

But first, the bees got fed, tended to, and properly fussed over. 🐝 Which also means the farm stand was taking a little Sunday sabbatical—but we did manage to snap a quick photo all cleaned up!

The 2026 honey harvest is officially complete, and we’ve been slowly bottling up all that golden goodness in between batches of candle making. 🍯🕯️

If you’d like to get your hands on some sweetness—especially the kind that makes a cozy fall cup of tea even cozier—hit us up!

Happy Tuesday, friends!

09/16/2026

I was interviewed last weekend about what it’s like to be a woman in law enforcement, and it left me feeling incredibly grateful.

There’s been a small but meaningful uptick in women joining the field, and that makes my heart so happy. I’m also seeing more women stepping into the worlds of farming and beekeeping—and I love it.

There’s something really special about serving our community in different ways. For us, that means sharing honey and eggs that are gathered, harvested, and cared for with our own hands. It’s a different kind of service, but one that brings us so much joy.

And most importantly, I hope it shows my girls (and Seth) that they can do anything they set their minds to. They can take up space, try something new, work hard, get their hands dirty, and pursue whatever path calls to them.

I’ll be at the New Brighton Farmers Market tonight, and I’d absolutely love to see you! Come say hello.

On Saturday, law enforcement across the country observed National Police Woman Day.

09/13/2026

Out watching the border battle? The green/gold vs. the purple? Swing by the stand afterwards for some sweetness, lip balm or eggs. It’ll be out until dusk. Happy Sunday friends!