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Mud, Malfunctions, and a Birthday Thought for C...
Mondays don’t usually ask for your permission.They just show up—bold, loud, full of “let’s get to it”—and this one was no different. By 8 a.m., the sun was already riding...
Mud, Malfunctions, and a Birthday Thought for C...
Mondays don’t usually ask for your permission.They just show up—bold, loud, full of “let’s get to it”—and this one was no different. By 8 a.m., the sun was already riding...
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Sabbath Soil, a Sunday Walk, and the Beauty of ...
Sundays feel different out here. It’s not just the absence of heavy labor or the quieter rhythm of the animals. It’s something deeper. Like the land itself knows to pause,...
Sabbath Soil, a Sunday Walk, and the Beauty of ...
Sundays feel different out here. It’s not just the absence of heavy labor or the quieter rhythm of the animals. It’s something deeper. Like the land itself knows to pause,...
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Town Trips, Dehydrated Herbs, and a Pantry That...
Some Saturdays are for catching up. Not the frantic kind of catching up where you’re racing to finish a to-do list, but the gentle kind—where you let the rhythm of...
Town Trips, Dehydrated Herbs, and a Pantry That...
Some Saturdays are for catching up. Not the frantic kind of catching up where you’re racing to finish a to-do list, but the gentle kind—where you let the rhythm of...
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Hot Days, Homegrown Harvests & Holiday Prep: Ju...
Here in Oklahoma, summer doesn’t knock—it kicks the door wide open. The air hangs heavy before breakfast, the soil cracks underfoot by midday, and by 3 p.m. you’re either chasing shade...
Hot Days, Homegrown Harvests & Holiday Prep: Ju...
Here in Oklahoma, summer doesn’t knock—it kicks the door wide open. The air hangs heavy before breakfast, the soil cracks underfoot by midday, and by 3 p.m. you’re either chasing shade...