Lord and Lady Farm

05/10/2026

We love and appreciate our wooly mamas!

01/25/2026

❤️🙏🏻

While the world sleeps,
there are lights flicking on in farmhouses.
Boots pulled on over tired feet.
Coats grabbed without thinking.
Some of us never truly went to bed.
Sleep doesn't come easy when part of your heart is out in the barn.

We already prepared.
We already prayed.
We already checked once... twice... three times.
They were okay then.
And still—we go again.

Listening to our own footprints being made In the snow.
Cold air bites as the door opens.
Breath held without realizing it.
Is the water frozen now?
Does the hay look thin?
Was that draft there before, or is it new?

Hands move in the dark, fixing what can be fixed.
Blocking wind with whatever is close.
Doing our best with what we have.
Then-sound.
A shuffle.
A soft breath.
Life.

Relief settles in the chest, just for a moment.
Now comes the headcount.
One by one.
Please let everyone be here.

And before the door closes, a gentle, whispered,
"I'll see you in the morning," said softly-hoping it's true.

While the world sleeps, the farmers pray.