Kristy Rammel

It never ceases to amaze me how much of my life revolves around feces! From baby diapers to golden compost, much of my day is spent cleaning, shoveling or scooping poop.

Spring forward! Oh, how I love those two little words! They mean longer days in the sun, beautiful blooms, new farm babies, play time in the dirt—and did I mention sunshine?

The southern-based Mardi Gras tradition has crept across the country, and even the world, as masses of people hit the streets in search of the coveted beads and moon pies.

What do you do with bad advice? How do you handle an “expert’s” opinion that varies drastically from your own? What type of teacher are you? Do you listen, or do you judge? Do you encourage or do you hold back?

As we prepare for spring by poring over seed catalogs and planting diagrams, we also need to prepare for the long days ahead spent outside with little ones.

Miscommunication. We’ve all experienced it in nearly every aspect of our lives.

It has been brought to my attention by my young farmhands that while I have posted many of their antics and shenanigans, I have not divulged nearly enough of my own “learning curves.”

To move forward in life, every child must begin to evolve from the moment of conception, growing and changing until we thrust ourselves out into the world.

As I attempt to drift off to sleep, my mind is reviewing my day’s to-do list, working on tomorrow’s list and remembering all the things I forgot.

Snow, cold, wind, chill—all four-letter words. The news today is flooded with stories of record-breaking lows, high winds and severe storms as millions of people woke this morning to face piles of ice and snow.