Howdy folks! I’m pretty excited to be sharing this journey that my family and I are undergoing with y’all. To be completely honest I’ve been agonizing over blogging for months. Seriously, I have spent the last 6 months nit-picking at everything, my logo, colors, what […]
I’m the overalls behind the homestead, mom to 4 wild things I call my kids, wife to a Marine Corps Combat Veteran gone Landscape Designer, and farmer (Farmette?) to my many-many animals on our small homestead in rural Utah.
I breed, raise, and sell all manner of livestock; chickens, geese, ducks, sheep, goats–I also hope to get into cows and horses in the next couple years. Farming has always been a huge part of my life, I grew up on a homestead in Oregon, my maternal grandparents and great grandparents were all homesteaders. Or what they would call-just living. I learned how to garden, can fruits/veggies and meat, tend flower gardens; from my sweet Grandma Jo.
I spent many summer days weeding her garden, picking berries and tending fruit trees with her guiding my hand. Her husband-my grandpa Dewey, built my first rabbit hutch when I began doing 4-H at 8yrs old. I raised sheep, rabbits, dogs, cats, parakeets, and chickens. I was hooked. It all started when I was very young, my dad is a farmer by trade, he worked on a sheep farm along with our own home-farm. I was about 4-5yrs old the earliest I can remember, we had sheep, goats, chickens, rabbits, LGD’s and cows. I loved having animals, my dad would make me write a paper on each animal before I purchased it so I knew what I was getting into. This is probably why I’m so research oriented now as an adult.
As I got older my roots seemed to dry out- we moved to Washington State when I 13, the town we moved to was a huge city (to me- it actually wasn’t, but it sure felt like it after moving from our blink of an eye town!) We only had a dog and cat after that because we lived in city limits.
As an older teenager I was thrilled to not have to get up before the sun to feed animals, or freeze my butt off to clean out pens, defrost waterers, and not weed garden beds. But something was missing. My dad was still a farmer, in agriculture. So we didn’t live on the farm anymore, but were out in the fields a lot, checking water, fixing water mains, and treating the vegetables. I treasure the memories of driving around the fields with my dad checking water lines.
My husband lived just down the street from me in Washington for a grand total of 6 months before moving back to Utah (He was 16, I was 15). We became best friends fast, movies, running, and just hanging out playing games and such. When he moved we stayed in touch over the next 4 yrs. When I was a senior- he was graduated and in the Marine Corps, we began talking more frequently and I drove to Utah for a visit over my spring break. (I was only taking 2 classes my senior year-I had all the credits I needed and was doing a workforce college program) After that week we began dating. I graduated 2.5 months later, and he flew me out the week after my graduation, he proposed that very weekend. So yes, I’ve been with my high school sweetheart since I was 18 years old. We were married that summer. I’ll save the stories that fill that time for a blog post one day.
Fast forward to 2011, we bought our first home, had our 2nd baby and I bought my first batch of chicks at the local farm supply store. I brought 5 little fluffy butts home in a little cardboard box and set up a brooder in one of the empty bedrooms in my home. Little did I know they were the gateway animal!
My husband and I have been married for 11 years, we have 4 children together, 9yr old daughter, 6yr old son, 3yr old daughter, and 18 month old daughter.