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Stop and Smell the Roses

There is always time to stop and smell the roses 🌷

My grandparents always had a massive rose garden. As a kid, I have fond memories of picking roses and watching my grandfather tend to his what seemed like millions rose bushes. My grandma loved to work in the rose garden too, it was always time with the whole family.
My father continued on the same tradition. He had a green thumb for roses and he loved those bushes. When my parents first moved into their house they had 100 roses in their yard. They eventually made a smaller garden, but still spent just as much time caring for those roses. Now, he has a good rose garden of probably 20-30 rose bushes. He used to always pick roses for my mom and bring them inside for her to enjoy. It was always a special little gift he made for her. 
Now we continue his legacy by picking roses and taking them to his grave. I know he was looking down on us this morning as my daughter was playing with his roses. I’m sure he was probably worrying about her…

Out with the old and in with the new...

Currently on the farm, we are in the process of removing an old orchard and establishing a new orchard. When almond trees are between 25-30 years old, the production starts to decline to a point that the orchard needs to be replaced. When the orchard yield declines, it makes more sense to replace the trees and start the cycle over again. The orchard we are replacing this year is 26 years old, my husband was 2 years old when it was planted! His mother and grandmother tell us stories of when they were planting the field and carry my husband in a baby carrier on their backs. He can't even remember the orchard without trees, and now he is in charge of removing the field and establishing the new one.

Over the past five years or so, the trees have been falling over every time we had the slightest bit of wind. Actually, I wouldn't be lying if I told you it was probably missing a quarter of its trees from all the ones that have fallen over the years. Almond trees have very shallow…

Welcome to my nutty life!

Welcome to my blog! I hope to take you on a journey of what it's like to be a farmers daughter and a farmers wife! I grew up in Northern California where my father farms almonds and walnuts. I went to college and met my husband who's family farms almonds in the Southern Central Valley of California. I thought it was perfect, one almond farmer falling in love with another almond farmer.

They only thing was he said it differently....what was an all-mend? I grew up saying am-end. This will forever be the argument in our house. What is the correct way to say it? If you are north of that Turlock line and you grew up in agriculture, you probably say am-end. If you farm in the southern end of the central valley and just about everywhere else, you look at us northerners weird when we say almond. Do you shake the L out of the them? Or maybe you say Salmon, so you say Am-end. I am not out looking to solve the ancient mystery of who says it right (even though I already know) ;) I am just…