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My Daddy

Dad. Father. Papa. The one who holds the family together. Patriarch. Leader. Bear hugger. Most memorable laugher. Teacher of life lessons. The one who taught me to drive. Passion instiller. Farmer. Daddy. 

Dads are one of the most important people in our lives. My Dad meant so much to me. He was the reason I am who I am today. I remember from a young age farming with my dad. Driving around with him checking fields. I even had a small table in his office at the farm that I pretended to work just like him. He taught me so much about agriculture. He is the reason I love agriculture and farming. He gave me my passion for agriculture. He was so proud that my sister and I wanted to be involved in agriculture too. But he hated that I went to school so far away. And even though I didn’t come home to farm with him as planned, I married an almond farmer who he loved as his own son. 


It pains me to write about my Dad in past tense. There will be no more memories and future planning with my Dad. My…

Fair time, walnuts and family farming

Growing up memorial weekend was never a time to go to beach, or the lake, or hang out with friends. It was always a busy fair weekend. The week leading up to and the weekend of Memorial Day has always been Silver Dollar Fair in Chico. My sister and myself grew up showing sheep at this fair, and this year it was time for my little niece to show her first lamb at the fair. I guess that means, she isn't little anymore! So I packed up my little almond farmer and we rode the train up north for a weekend of fair time, walnuts and family farming.


My niece did a great job and placed 3rd in showmanship and market. She is a natural showman and has great potential of being an even better showman with more practice and hardwork. We spent a full day at the fair watching her show her lamb and then another even longer day at auction waiting for her to auction off her lamb. As I did my first year, there were a few tears but she still has a breeding ewe at home for her to still care for. With as …

Storm Clean Up

Over the past month, the Central Valley of California has been ridden with storms and high winds. These storms have been filled with intense thunder coming in fast and furious. Within an hour these storms have come out of nowhere and bring high gusts of winds upward of 50 mph at times. Rain flying in and dumping water in a short amount of time has become a norm it seems like, sometimes receiving 1 inch in a few hours. These storms have been causing damage to many agriculture crops but even after we take out the down trees, there is more to clean up.

After removing more than 300 trees from our ranches, you can imagine what has left was an aftermath of more to clean up. Dragging fallen trees out of the orchards with the tractor, can often times pull excessive dirt along with it. Leaving piles and dirt spread out across the field is not ideal for our farming practices. We are having to go back through the field and fill in the holes where the trees once stood with this excesses dirt.
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Almond Granola

I am a creature of habit and routine. I like schedules. I like to know what is expected, what is planned. I do not like surprises. I do not like something unplanned. I am a planner. I had to find the sex of our child out so I could plan the nursery and clothes around boy or girl. I had to design my wedding ring, so I knew I would like it and no one else would have one like it. I tend to take over group projects and have a problem with delegating tasks to other. Some call is controlling. I just like to know all the details.  I do the same thing with my breakfast. I have a breakfast menu and I tend to stick to what I like. In the winter, it is usually oatmeal with peanut butter. In the summer, it is granola and Greek yogurt. I do switch it up every once in a while with two fried or pouched eggs on toast...okay maybe I do have a problem.

In the spring when it starts getting warmer out I switch my routine to granola and Greek yogurt. One day I looked at my granola and had an epiphany. Why…