Farming

After a rough weekend, and some soul searching on my part, I find myself today deciding to be thankful. My wife this morning called me out for some negative statements that I made and said “Negativity breeds negativity”. You know what, she is right. Focusing on what is wrong, and the things that may not be going right leads to feeling bad about everything, and only noticing the bad. I wrote yesterday about random acts of kindness, and how they have blessed and lifted us over the last couple of days. We have so much to be thankful for, and

We put a lot of time and effort through the spring, summer and fall into our produce stand. We grow some of the produce in our own garden, which anyone who gardens knows, takes time and effort. The rest of the produce comes from various Amish and Mennonite auctions throughout the Finger Lakes region. It takes an hour to an hour and a half to drive to each of these auctions, typically 2-3 hours at the auction evaluating and buying produce, then the drive home. Once home we have to move the produce into storage and get it out on

My wife and I were talking a little while ago about how to describe our farm and what we do when we are talking to other people. For a long time she has been describing us as a “hobby farm” and us as “hobby farmers”. I told her that we probably can’t describe ourselves that way anymore seeing as how we spend more hours every week working on the farm than we do working our “real” jobs. So we aren’t a hobby farm, but what are we? We aren’t a full operational commercial farm. They typically operate in many ways

In March of 2016 I was sitting at a table in the hanger at Mercy Flight Central, doing patient scenario’s for prospective new flight nurses and paramedic s. I was grumpy that day and really didn’t want to be sitting there. I glanced up as the door opened and my next candidate walked through. The first thought I had when I saw her was “Wow, she’s beautiful”. My next thought was “I’m going to marry her”. Then she walked up to the table and I saw rings on her hand. My heart sank and I thought “I guess I’m wrong”.

I have never been one to blog or to even understand most social media.  This is a whole new world for me so please bear with me while I learn this.  I have spent a lot of time trying to think of what I should write.  How do I write it and what all do I say?  I decided that it may just be best to write from my heart.  Write what we do and what we face. With that being said, we aren't farmers, we are homesteaders.  We raise animals for meat.  We grow fruits and vegetables and our

People ask me all of the time why we choose to do what we do?  We often hear about how it is crazy...or how we need to cut back.  We hear about how we need to just buy our food from the store.  We hear that it isn't good to have out kids our helping with taking care of animals or working in the gardens. Well, here is our story!  My husband and I met while working for an air medical company a few years ago.  We became friends and over time we grew to love each other very much.