Here’s the honest-to-god truth about living on the farm: Shit happens. A lot of time we’re talking about actual, literal shit (so many animals, you

Oh, guys. I hate this. I mentioned last week that Doc is showing signs of founder– probably from overindulging on spring grass–so I’ve restricted the

So, listen, you don’t buy a farm with a 150 year old house and pick up fun little hobbies like “drywalling” and “tearing bathrooms apart”

Here’s a thing you can count on: when a 30-yard dumpster shows up in my yard…some shit is about to go down. Or, if we’re

Spring on the farm is in full swing these days, as evidenced by ALL OF THE THINGS that are happening around here right now: planting,

I’m just going to ruin the suspense of this post and tell you guys that, no, it does not end with me pulling a bee

This year my friends and family were on point with their birthday gifts, especially since, when asked, I could not tell you one thing that