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I share a lot about the sheep during lambing season, when there are babies everywhere and plenty to talk about.The rest ...
10/05/2026

I share a lot about the sheep during lambing season, when there are babies everywhere and plenty to talk about.

The rest of the year?

They are relatively low maintenance.

Which is probably why you don’t see them around here quite as much. Unless they are “free ranging” AKA out😅

As many of you know, our flock is made up of Katahdin sheep that we raise primarily for meat. We love them because they are so well suited to life on pasture. Their low inputs and relatively low need for care and maintenance are part of what makes raising lamb this way sustainable and efficient.

Our lambs are grown on their mothers’ milk, grass and sunshine alone.

We are heading into harvest season now, so these girls and boys will soon be moving into a different part of the farm story.

But for now, they’re doing what they do best: eating, sleeping, playing and grazing.

And catching them in the early morning as the sun comes up, or in the evening when the light starts to settle across the pasture, is one of my favorite things.

There is something about sheep in that light that gets me every time.

So here they are. A little glimpse of the flock in their everyday life.

*bonus points if you can name the ewe in the video clip in the last slide. Leave a comment to mark yourself as an OG when it comes to the herd.

Cheers to the harvest that was September. It was a beautiful month for me. Once we finish with our CSA I get the garden ...
10/02/2026

Cheers to the harvest that was September.

It was a beautiful month for me. Once we finish with our CSA I get the garden all to myself. I’m always sure to tuck a little something away for us to experience each September and this year it was this beautiful lettuce.

I…

didn’t know…

it was possible to have so many pictures of tomatoes. And yet here are so of my favorites.

I enjoy a messy garden, full of surprises, and things that choose to return for another season all on their own; like those cosmos.

And a month of bountiful harvest makes for many of jars that beg to be filled and squirreled away for later.
I ran out jars and had to buy more, and then I ran out again and I had to even more. Our pantry is full and so is my heart.

There are still a few sunflowers around, and I will not be cutting them, they can stay as long as they please.

And I can’t think of a better way to sign off on this series than with another picture of tomatoes.

Goodbye September, Hello October.

The farm is a great teacher of mercy.And alongside that mercy, we are welcomed to both linger and move. What a strange d...
09/30/2026

The farm is a great teacher of mercy.

And alongside that mercy, we are welcomed to both linger and move. What a strange dichotomy.

The heart can linger while the body moves. You can carry the buckets, feed the animals, prepare the soil, nurture everything with breath, all while knowing that death remains for some time until the life around it absorbs it in a new way.

My work is connected to the land and the animals I serve, while holding a belief in an ethic that is at the center of my commitment to grow food that brings nourishment and joy.

I talk about nourishment and joy a lot.

It’s not just a nice thing to say. It is a belief I hold at my center for everyone and everything I encounter.

I believe those two elements were provided for us, and that neither can be truly experienced apart from the other.

To be truly nourished is to feel the joy that comes from the things that feed us, in acknowledgement and gratitude for what has been provided.

To feel joy abundantly includes our experience of being well cared for in a way that allows us to journey on.

A Big Mac or a hot dog, a candy bar or a cold, crisp soda can bring joy. A smile of satisfaction. But none of them, on their own, tell the story of a nourished life. That joy is fleeting.

But when nourishment and joy are both present, we have what is necessary to journey forward. To look for more. To soak in what is here and good and meant to last.

I think about these elements for myself, and I employ them in the care of the creatures and the land in which I live and alongside which I work.

I also hold them as an ethic as I work to bring these things together to feed others, animal or vegetable.

Is what we are growing providing what is needed to carry on?

And yet, this requires death. It requires grief. It requires giving up what would be most comfortable.

The world does not stop on harvest day. The decisions and details around it are in my hands.

It is an almost constant cycle of death and life.

Intentional.

I really believe these creatures and this soil are companions, not only through what they give in nourishment, but through what they bring in joy.

Creatures that hold breath naturally inhabit

People often ask if I knew what I was getting into, work-wise, with the farm.And I always say yes.I knew exactly what I ...
09/22/2026

People often ask if I knew what I was getting into, work-wise, with the farm.

And I always say yes.

I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. I knew there would be long hours. I knew there would be heartache. I knew there would be sacrifice. I knew that things would look different as far as how time is spent and what gets valued.

And that’s fine with me. I actually like the amount of work it takes.

In full transparency, I’m most comfortable when I’m working, second only to caring for someone else (which also might be a type of work). I like to be purposeful with my time and energy, and work is an “easy” way to accomplish that.

What I didn’t know was how hard it would be to rest. To take time. To take time off. To leave.

Not because of the work itself, but because of what I believed about the work.

Maybe I’m not a real farmer if I take a weekend off.

Or if I prioritize getting “done” at 3 so I can be on the road by 3:45 with horses, truck and trailer to ride for an hour, and then come home and work again.

Can I take time for myself and still be a farmer?

Can I prioritize rest and still be a farmer?

Can I have a “hobby” and still be a farmer?

The obvious answer is yes. I’m doing it. And I’m still a farmer.

I just didn’t know how hard it would be to believe that for myself.

It’s horse girl summer for me.

There was a trip to France this spring.
A weekend away with friends.

A trip my husband invited me on where I replied, “Let me see if I can find a sitter.”

The farm is essential to me, and that has neither surprised nor offended me. But my loyalty to it has definitely contributed to some loss of self as I’ve grappled with what it means to rest.

Today I worked my butt off to leave here by 3:45 so I could ride my horse.

He tested me today.

And as we found our stride through the literal obstacles, I kept thinking:

Farmers are just like everyone else.
We make time for what is important to us.

And I want to be important enough to myself to spend time learning and doing things I love that have nothing to do with my work or my job.

It still feels a little weird.

But I had the best day.

I caught a great golden hour at the horse park, and the

A recipe for that early-fall harvest. The tomatillos on the farm have no end at the moment. Which is very good news for ...
09/20/2026

A recipe for that early-fall harvest.

The tomatillos on the farm have no end at the moment. Which is very good news for me and very bad news for the roof of my mouth and tongue, which I’m fairly certain I will eventually resurface with the amount of acid I ingest by drinking the goodness that is this salsa. 😅

Try the recipe and join me.

I’ll be over here, drinking mine straight from the bowl.

Thanks for the photos Gordon Fox

When Katie KATIE LILA asked if I was interested in filming an episode of her show In Bloom at the farm, I was ecstatic. ...
09/16/2026

When Katie KATIE LILA asked if I was interested in filming an episode of her show In Bloom at the farm, I was ecstatic. When she included that the episode would have two parts—one connected to the farm and one connected to an installation of flowers at the fair—I was over the moon.

Flowers have been part of my world for almost my entire life. My mom was a grower, a landscaper extraordinaire, with a vision for spaces and bouquets and moments that could all be made better with just the right flower or plant. I came to love those things too, through her eyes.

I have always wanted to take my old truck, Sheila, into town and put up a flower booth. I’ve been selling bouquets and flowers since we started the farm. Every year looks a little different, but flowers are part of the joy here for me, and selling them is just the icing on the cake.

Katie gave me the autonomy to decide how I wanted the installation to look, and I immediately knew what I wanted to do.

We had a meeting with Spokane County Interstate Fair and, as I said out loud what I wanted to do, I half expected to be discouraged or shut down. I wanted to drive my truck into a building, fill it with flowers, and then invite people to touch them.

Horror around every corner. 😂

But to my surprise and absolute delight, everyone was on board.

And then the big idea became a real thing.

It took eight growers, including myself, many willing friends, so many flowers, a husband willing to put some elbow grease into my beloved truck Sheila, a sign painter, and one particularly lovely specimen of a human named Katie, who kept cheering me on and encouraging the abundance that continued to bring this idea to life.

And what came out of all of that was truly special.

It was a big idea with a lot of heart, and I could not be more thrilled with how it turned out. More than that, I loved watching so many people step into it. People touched the flowers. They smelled them. They played. They made discoveries. They took home little pieces of the experience.

It became exactly what I hoped it could be: a place where people could simply come and experience the joy of flowers together.

And if you helped me make this happe

It was a marathon week.Drove to Seattle twice.Celebrated Brian’s birthday by upgrading Grace’s apartment, then snuggling...
09/13/2026

It was a marathon week.

Drove to Seattle twice.

Celebrated Brian’s birthday by upgrading Grace’s apartment, then snuggling and playing with her cat, 🧈.

Rode George.

Canned and canned and canned some more.

Finished cleaning the onions.

Took in some breathtaking sunrises.

Filmed an episode with Katie KATIE LILA .

Didn’t think about clothes for national television. This did the trick.

Watched the chicks in the yard.

Played with flowers with Katie on the farm.

Had Sheila painted so she could officially declare herself as part of the farm.

Hosted a sound bath with Anam Cara Healing Center | Spokane’s Mindfulness Center . Or, technically, Hildie did.

Made flower tattoos for the fair. Come see us Tuesday.

Picked summer squash.

Watched my baby drive the tractor.

Made chicken and dumplings.

Snuggled 🧈 one last time before taking him back to the big city.

Got stuck in traffic. One of the two times I crashed out a bit this week.

Celebrated a farm kid turning 5 with a recipe share.

Hosted dinner on the farm for 43 people and fed them a farm-to-table meal.

And somewhere in there, I apparently lived an entire other week.

Nothing fancy here. Just some pieces of this life.

It was a marathon week.

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Spokane, WA
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