The Confessions of a Reluctant Farmer's Wife

Just a short recap for those who may be new: I grew up in a neighborhood, not really knowing or caring much about where my food came from. I obviously knew farming was a thing, but I didn’t give much thought to that profession as far as interest nor respect. Brandon and I met in college and we both always thought the other was, how should I say it, nice. There was a spark in our friendship that seemed like a little bit more, and since I get to be the one telling the story

One thing I have enjoyed learning, has been helpful for my understanding, and has increased my appreciation for the food I eat is learning more about the time and planning it takes for the food to make it to my plate – the math of farming is what I’ve decided to call it. I never gave much thought to the food on my plate in the time period I like to refer to as BB (before Brandon). Growing up in school, when farming came up, I really just thought of it as caring for the plant

As I shared when I began this blog, it is has surprised me how living on a farm and living the way we do, has affected so many different aspects of our lives – including our parenting style. And this is where I will stop for my first public service announcement to say I truly try to respect all different parenting choices and styles.  I won’t say I’m prefect at it, we all have room to grow, but what I’m about to share about choices we have made and how they have worked for us

I remember in college when my campus pastor mentioned Brandon, thinking maybe we would be a good match for each other.  My immediate response was, “Yeah right, he’ll never leave Pomaria!”  Part of this quick response was because I could never have imagined myself living in such a small rural town, but also because I was fairly certain I wouldn’t be living in the US much longer.  I already had my dreams set on serving through a program called Young Adults in Global Mission (YA

Disclaimer: For those of you who know me well, know I preface things far too much. It’s a character flaw, I’m aware. But we live in a world where we jump to conclusions when people state opinions – if I say I like chocolate ice-cream than of course, logically, that means I HATE vanilla…WRONG! This is not how I feel at all, ESPECIALLY around the topic of parenting. Everyone must pick what’s best for their family and their child AND respect others’ choices as well. Just b

It all started back when we were dating. I was wearing a necklace, and like a nice attentive boyfriend, Brandon complimented me on it. “Thanks so much, I actually made this one,” I responded with pride. “You made that?! You know you could definitely make those and sell them!” His response was more than flattery. There was a seriousness in his voice where he really thought I should do that. Well, I had no interest in making and selling jewelry, it was just something fun I