11/24/2025
Enjoy the picture of this seasons last day with all my amazing market family. ♥️ Long post but worth a read, as always thank you for supporting me and my passion .
Saturday morning the sun is rising and I am busy working on setting my display at farmers market. It is a labor of love as it takes me many hours but I know that my display will attract customers. “Why do you get up so early”, “Why do you do this every weekend” and “Why do you farm?” These are a few questions I get asked frequently. I'm not sure if I get asked so much because I'm a woman or maybe because I don't look like the stereotypical farmer. I’m usually in a dress with my nails, makeup, and hair done but that is simply who I am.
Why do I farm? What is my reason? Well, for the past 45 years, the answer was obvious. I do it for my family, my friends, and my community. However, this year my reason, my “why” is different. You can call me selfish, but for the first time in 45 years, my why is me!! I truly love it.
The past 3 years have been an absolute roller coaster filled with highs and lows, and nothing I would have predicted. I witnessed my parents' marriage fall apart after 50 years. My child graduated and start to find her own why. My business expanded in unexpected ways. Lastly and most devastating was my own marriage fall apart and shatter. Through it all I found my strength, my courage, and my “why.”
I have always lived my life to not disappoint anyone, and I have been the person to fix everything for others. This year I learned I can’t fix everything for everyone, and it’s not my role to be the fixer. It's ok if I disappoint some people as long as I stay true to myself. Sometimes just being present is good enough.
I have seen my brave cousin/sister battle cancer like Wonder Woman, even on the painful days. She literally gives new meaning to strength and I love her more than I can describe. My family who I have chosen loves me more than my real family. My work family continues to cheer me on, and my closest friends never abandon me.
Through it all I have been able to ground myself in the dirt of my ancestors. The soil I grow in is so powerful from generations of hard work and love. The trees my Great Grandparents planted produce a beautiful, bountiful harvest, and my father continues to guide and love me through long days harvesting and a cold beer at the end of the day.
The days are long, but the years are short. I don’t take for granted how blessed I am, even through the struggles. My heart heals, and my soul is energized by my land.
“It grows like a seed inside my heart, that’s why I farm.”