Lambs, Lambs, Lambs (in Sweaters), and More Lambs

A friend of mine recently said, “When our foundations shake and we feel unstable, that’s when we grow. That’s when we find out what we are made of.”  I’ve been thinking lately about the difference between 2019 and 2020.  For me, 2019 was full of new ideas and directions—so many that, as another friend described,…

A customer stopped by to pick up her half pig today.  She lives out of state and waits until the smoked meats are back from the smokehouse to pick up her entire order at once.  She has been a loyal and wonderful customer for many years, but today she confided that she still had some…

The sheep are getting a snack again.  I have a view from my office window and have been working at home a lot this Spring.  This affords me a clear view down to the sheep pen and coincidentally a front-row seat to who’s visiting today. There are Martha and Emily, two neighbors with short-legged, big-personality…

“I try not to feel guilty about pleasure.” What a perfect response a friend and supporter of the farm shared with me recently.  Thank you, dear one. For a few months now, I’ve been trying to learn more about the things that connect you all to us, and how to better serve you as part…

Since we are in Poetry Month and Mother’s Day is right around the corner, here’s a poem that I wrote about my mom after visiting her one day last spring.  She doesn’t know that I wrote this. Love you, Mum. –Jenn   Spring Afternoon   Carefully She picks her way Her deliberate pace Not the…