Dream Thyme Farm

08/27/2026

08/22/2026

(Wrote this Thursday, got too busy to post!)

We are picking Italian heirloom beans for market. Yellow & Green. (Marvel of Venice & Helga)
Plus some red long beans.
We have red baby onions, celery, tomatoes, peppers, greens and more, but doubt we will have time to pick before Friday night.

I will have a limited amount of eggs, plus our gourmet cookies baked fresh Friday night for your fur babies. Our ground beef, eggs, pork lard, tallow, turnip greens and more are baked into the cookies.

There are limited specialty products to check out too.

Plus we are taking deposits on half pigs, custom cut for your freezer, this fall and winter.
Heritage breed raised on pasture that enjoy foraging and playing in the woods. They are just starting to munch down the black walnuts that are starting to drop. Pictured is a 1 and 1/2” thick smoked pork chop that I placed into a cast iron skillet. I requested the loin fat left on to slow cook the chop. When finished, it was so tender most of the fat melted, and a butter knife could slice right through. Our pork is nothing like grocery store pork, there is zero comparison. If interested, I have an email I send out that explains it all. We use two excellent local processors who exceed our expectations.

We are taking orders for whole, fresh roasting chickens. 5 # and up, butchered at my farm, raised on deep pasture. They have had fresh well water constantly and have had no stress lives. There are a limited number, and we will butcher each week until done. Delivery to Pgh and also to market, by preorder only.

We have a lot of changes happening on the farm, and have been so busy. If you love to read stories about farm life, follow me on “The Daily Dose of Farmer Lynne”, on Substack. It helps to fund farm projects. Humor, from the heart, unfiltered, and not published daily-as I am working 18 hour days these days.

Sending hugs for a fun weekend for you & your loved ones-
Farmer Lynne

08/20/2026

There’s a lot of activity and changes happening on the farm.
I believe the dogs are more than fascinated and entertained.
It makes me bust out laughing when a group of them watches my new tasks become part of the daily slog.
Farmcollies are attentive when they choose to be.
The daily grind is part of their lives.
They watch and wait, and jump to attention to help their human.
Each deciding their strengths.
Some assigning a self imposed “job” when there isn’t any.
(Plate cleaner, cat litter inspector, bringing decomposed dead things from the road or back 80 to decorate the yard with).
They love the simple routines.
My quiet writing time as they lay on their backs, feet up, snoring.
The daily 3 mile walk in the woods-morning, afternoon or at night, in the dark, as I light the way.
Rain or shine.
Pouring rain or high humidity.
They watch me as I look at mushrooms and some sit in front of them as I come over to see what they have.
They help me gather birds at night for safety.
They help me corral loose animals.
They love Warren, some twittering as they flirt and fawn all over him.
Lately, changes, to the way the farm flows, to my demeanor, to my schedule, to bed times & wake times.
It’s all shifted.
And continues to.
To the animals here, to guard times, to it all.
They take it in stride, with a noted assurance that they are here for it.
I’m glad Im their entertainment, as they have always been mine.

Forever and always.
I love them all.
They are my immediate farm family.

08/16/2026

Herman
He’s a big ole lovebug.
He’s a Gloucestershire Old Spot.
Good Dad.
Some radiant pig.
Well loved, well fed.
Spoiled for sure.

08/10/2026

I deleted my last post because FB AI changed the title, which I didn't give permission to do. I don't use AI for my writings.

08/09/2026

Some of the heirloom beans that we are growing. We were picking for market on Friday, and then plans changed quickly, and then had to cancel. I didn’t have time to post or send out an email.

For those of you wondering where we were at market, there’s exciting news to share! We are spending the rest of the weekend focusing on the big change to the farm, and I will share pictures and news soon. Missed everyone. See you next week.

08/04/2026

1 year ago today, I received these TruDave boots as a gift. In exchange I was to wear them and talk them up on my pages-if I liked them.
I was given a code to share for people on social media to gift a discount, but the website discount was usually more.
I posted about them and more than a handful of folks bought the boots. I was impressed by the high quality and durability.
BUT the true test for these TruDaves, were one year of Farmer Lynne Boot camp. If I was still wearing them one year later, then they are worth it, because only one pair of boots in 20 years has lasted longer than a year, most were in the bin by 9 months.
So, I wore the s**t out of these, (IN s**t too).
I have worn them almost everyday-except for just a couple of days, and they are on my feet for 8 to 10 hours or more a day.
I wore the TruDaves in 2 feet of snow with below 0° windchill. I wore them with shorts & farm dresses, coveralls and PJ pants. I wore them hiking, riding, jumping & splashing. I have built fencing, dug with a shovel, climbed up rocky hillsides, wrestled sheep, goats & pigs.
Into bars I went, stood at market on hot asphalt, in compost, foraging, gardening, shearing sheep, even to the ER a few times from getting banged up. Worn in mud, snow, baling hay, dragging dead bodies for entertainment purposes only.. and so much more!
IM STILL WEARING THEM TODAY.
I should have had a taller boot for snowmageddon, but I wore what I had.
My feet have been warm, dry & protected.
Im being brutally honest here, I am tough as hell on boots, gloves, trucks & men.
I work hard and expect all of the above to go the distance with me. These did, with the tiny holes that appeared 2 months ago. They are a half size bigger because I like a bit of room in my shoes, so that may be the reason.
I will still wear them everyday until the holes get too big.
Would I buy a pair of TruDaves to replace these? Yep, damned straight I would.
3 pairs: The exact pair I am wearing, a taller pair for winter/flooding, and a pair for Warren. He deserves a nice pair of boots, he works harder than me.
Looking for damned good boots?
Buy a pair, your feet can thank me next year.

08/04/2026

I have a demented dark unfiltered way of looking at life. This made me laugh. I bow down to the creator of this meme & thank you for the humor.

Mucho thanks.

As someone who slops through s**t on the daily, without caring to inspect the bottom of my boot, seriously who has time for that? Oh yeah, Im not storking it on one leg anytime soon, Im too tired & would faceplant.

Then snore.

I laid in the garden last night looking up at the sky, felt the sleep taking over, then got dogpiled by Phoenix. She got me up just in time for me to stand up & flash Warren intentionally as he pulled into the driveway after work. It was, as usual, a fun night. Especially after he flashed me back. 💕

08/04/2026

Morning vibes. Humphrey & Frankie are curled up as we ease into what is going to be a “kick the farmer’s ass day”.
Frankie’s mom isn’t herself, he wasn’t getting enough to eat. He has been eating off a bottle with a flourish, until yesterday. I think it all hit him. He is depressed & lethargic. I brought him down after midnight last night.
My days are ending after 100am, and starting at 500am, basically. I’m brain dead, have been functioning like this for awhile now.
I refuse to be waylaid, I have a stern determination and demeanor to get it done, get caught up, putting everything into place, finish projects, and scratch all the things that need done off my list.

I’m behind at the moment. Got my ass kicked brutally every day for weeks. Last week was beyond brutal. I’m trying to not look back, nor ahead. Just each day as it comes. A few hiccups like Frankie who instead of sucking his bottle down, is spitting it down me. Im sticky, have been covered in the milky money shots here.
Yes, my humor is darkly demented. That’s how I know I am still with the living. Once I quit being funny, someone better rush me to the ER, because it means Im on my way out, even my physician uses this way as a “tell-all” on my health, she has chuckled a few times, even used it to actually send me to the ER late last fall & saved my life.
Go figure.
Making memories and being darkly humorous.
Frankie, the dogs & I are going to be immobile for a few more moments until I light a fire under all our asses and hit the barns to do major work while the humidity is holding back until tomorrow where it will try to sweat any leftover dangly bits off my body. I’m going commando under my shirt so my eyes & breasts can compete with airspace.
Should be fun times.




**tfacedtired

08/04/2026

Not only plants, shrooms & the like, but mosses, fungi, insects, wiggly slimy things, bones, dead stuff to poke, and even p**p. Us gals are hot, especially in the humid days of nightmarish proportions. I know I am my funnest then. Warren loves all of my gifts I share with him daily 🤣