Back in September of 2015, my husband convinced me that it would be a good idea to drive three hours south, to Hartville, MO to get a catahoula pup for our son David. I knew nothing about the breed so before I acquiesced, I did a bit of research. The pup was the most beautiful …
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I. Love. Spring.
I hate to admit this, but I think spring is my favorite time of year. I’ve always been a summer junkie. I seriously LOVE summer. I am cooler-natured than most, so heat doesn’t bother me much. I love blue skies and soaking up vitamin D beside absolutely ANY body of water. The ocean, TableRock Lake, …
Missouri Ice!
Yet another day of no school for us – and I just got notification that we will not have school tomorrow either. Currently, all surfaces outside are ice-covered and glistening. The pictures are from a fellow farmer who ventured out to capture the beauty. Thank you to Papa Shrubs Arboreal Nursery, Orchard and Vineyard for …
The Butcher Box.
What is a butcher box from Liberty Hill Farm and how does it work? First of all, before I tell you HOW it works, I need to tell you WHAT it is! My husband and I own and operate his family farm in west central Missouri. About 5 years ago, we began to transition to …
Snow Day!
It’s a snow day! I am a teacher and I LOVE snow days! It’s like a bonus day. It’s time for me, with my kids. It’s getting something checked off my never ending To-Do list that I sure hadn’t planned to get done. It’s playing a loud game of Clue with my kids, or just …
2019 Reading Challenge: Sustainable Agriculture — Homestead on the Range
Twelve books to stretch your paradigm and inspire you for a new year of country living. via 2019 Reading Challenge: Sustainable Agriculture — Homestead on the Range
Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk
This blog post was originally published in April of 2016 on our farm website. But it’s a good story, and since I’ve just started blogging for realsies, I thought I’d add it here as well. We no longer milk here on the farm! Tuesday. I was rushing, I’ll admit. Ok, when am I not rushing? …