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hello 2020

hello 2020 and goodbye 2019. I am so ready for a new year and a new decade. As I was reminiscing on the last decade and especially the last few years, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with a sense of loss and grief. The last three years we have had to say goodbye to loved one that we weren't expecting to say goodbye to. Of course, there were highs mixed in with those lows. This year, Tim and I will celebrate TEN years of marriage, we welcomed two kids over the last five years, we are finally getting settled in to our homestead in the country and professionally are accomplishing some pretty cool things.

I looked back on my Instagram top nine and was happy to see so many great memories. I love seeing so many happy moments to reflect on. I had the amazing opportunity to see and listen to President Trump as he spoke at the American Farm Bureau Annual Meeting (1). I also had the opportunity to sit down an discuss agriculture solutions with our Governor Newsom (3). This Christma…

One Man's Trash

If I learned, one thing about growing up on a farm and marrying a farmer, it would be farmers are very resourceful. It seems like every time my Mom would throw something out of the littlest use, it always ended up in my Dad's shop. He seems to think that there would be a need for it someday or that would be able to tinker with it to find a need it for later.

That all came in handy a month or so ago when we up at my mom's house, we noticed a stray kitten wandering around the acreage. My parents hadn't had a cat for over 10 years. The last dog had to be put down a year ago. But sure enough, we went in the shop and there was a cat food bowl and water bowls, too. We even found some old dog bones, which our dog at home was very happy about.


My husband and I had been talking about getting chickens soon. We always had them growing up but it had been 20 years or so since the chicken house was tore down and the chickens all disappeared. I was wondering through my Dad's shop a f…

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…