05/22/2026
My mom was one of my biggest supporters.
In my late 20s others were buying houses, having kids, getting married. I quit my good job, ended a relationship, gave up my apartment and told my parents I was moving to an organic farm. Gasp!
My mummo had a farm in Finland but otherwise we are not a farm family.
My mom was there helping me pack and dig through her old clothes to find things to wear on the farm. I spent the next three years living in straw-bale cabins and campers learning to tend to plants and animals. It was some of the best and hardest times of my life.
There was mom showing up at the farms I worked on with my dad in tow to support me. Even helping me buy my own small piece of land to start my own farm dreams. When I moved to my current farm in Murillo with my partner 6 years ago, mom was not well enough to make it out here. She never did come visit me here. I made her yearly photo books of all the happenings on the farm. And told her many stories. My mom knew of my love of horses as a kid, even sending me to horseback riding camp when I was 12. She was so excited that I was able to have my own horses. And always said “wow” when I told her I have not one, not two but three horses. I would have loved for her to have met them.
Well today, a small part of mom has made it to the farm.
And I like to think she is now here in spirit. ❤️
