Spring rarely arrives to the farm all at once. It begins in small ways – on the windowsill, on the kitchen table, in quiet corners of the house while the snow still sits deep outside. Spring starts quietly inside. Little… Continue reading

The buses were canceled this morning. The first buzz beside my bed was from our morning walking group chat. “No buses. Staying home. Going back to bed.” They were the first on the ball. Next came the official notice from… Continue reading

It’s been a while since we’ve had a blog update, and if I’m being honest, I just haven’t felt inspired to write over the last couple of months. The world has felt extra heavy lately. I am not a news… Continue reading

I wake to the dark of a new day, stirring between warm bed sheets as the baby monitor beside me crackles to life – little snippets of sound from a waking babe. I reluctantly pull off the down comforter, swing… Continue reading

Dearest Autumn, To write of my love for you would be nearly impossible, for words cannot capture your beauty and very essence. But I shall try to give it my best attempt. From the moment the sun rises orange among… Continue reading

I have vague memories as a child of the farm that my grandparents owned in rural Ontario. They had dairy cows, pigs and several chickens on the farm. My dad was the oldest of five children. When my grandpa was… Continue reading