“Want to take care of a bottle lamb?” Wade held his phone. The question lingered. Such lambs must be hand-fed with a bottle rather than … Read More ›
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I expected exactly the opposite. I had thought living on a farm would make me despise the coming of cold weather, but while the world … Read More ›
About once a week, I’ll be enjoying the first sips of coffee, gazing out the kitchen window, and I’m startled at the sight of something … Read More ›
On our little farm, we try to share the responsibility of the chores, though admittedly, Wade and my dad bear the brunt of them. For … Read More ›
I stepped with great care on the icy, dirt floor. The old barn was a relief from the assaulting wind, though it still whistled through … Read More ›
A strange pickup slung gravel and dust as it barreled down our drive. Maybe it’s because it was a drastic contrast to the warm, peaceful … Read More ›
I’ve heard of March coming in like a lion, and going out like a lamb, but what about when February’s ice storms come with lambs?… … Read More ›