farming, Feed Store, Things I Enjoy

A Week and A Day

They say time flies when you’re having fun…I have to say I agree.

Time also flies when you’re answering questions, learning new things, and meeting new people. All things we’ve been doing for a week and a day, today.

My brain often races at night, probably because it’s the only time the kids aren’t making much noise. One particular night, the night before we opened the store the first time, I remember thinking about my first trip to Young Family Feed. I wandered the store, looked at the shelves, and found the dollar bin that my dear friends told me about. I dug around that for a few minutes, meandered toward the front counter, and stared at the feed board.

I was buying feed from a big box store and thought maybe I could find something I would like at the little feed store that was full of charm. Jack started talking to me and asking questions and listened to everything going on with Risky, the feeds we tried, and the times we made progress, the times we stalled. He listened, and he asked questions, and he finally made a recommendation.

So began my switch to using Young Family Feed for my feed needs. I changed products a few times, asked lots of questions, began growing fodder, and continued shopping there. They helped me find a good dog food, helped me get my hands on the barley I need to grow fodder. They always asked how I was, in a genuine way.

I looked forward to my trips to the feed store.

As I lay awake, considering all of this, I realized that I would now be answering questions. I would now be the one telling people about the products and what products are good for what application. I would have to learn about the things I don’t use, but I would have to learn when/where/what/why they would or could be used.

Each day, I’ve learned something new about something we carry. I’ve learned about products we don’t carry. I’ve learned about products we could carry. I’ve learned about products I never would have heard of.

I love answering questions, I love helping people find a solution that fits their needs. This week has been a real eye opener for me. I can’t tell you how many times I would answer one set of questions (or find an answer) for someone standing at the counter, only to switch gears because someone on the phone had a different set of questions they needed answered.

I left today with a few things in my “to-do” pile that I just wasn’t able to get to through the course of the day.  At first, I was a little frustrated that they weren’t done, but I had an appointment to make after we closed, so I couldn’t stay late. But as I drove, I realized my pile doesn’t only represent what I didn’t get done. It represents the best interruptions – the people I am meeting every day. The conversations I am having, the questions I am answering (or trying to), and the beautiful souls approaching the counter.

I’ll take a pile of not quite done paperwork at the end of every day if it means the smiles, warmth, and purpose that is filling my days.

Folks, I’ve manned the counter for a week and a day, and I cannot tell you how incredible it’s been. I’m thankful that a week and a day is really just the beginning to a journey that I hope and believe will span many years.

farming, marriage

My New Coop


I’ve wanted a homestead farm for years now. I’ve wanted to milk goats, raise chickens, ride my horse, and grow a garden. I wanted to watch out my kitchen window as my kids learned to tumble and fall and get back up. I wanted to raise them with dirt and sunshine and fresh air. I wanted to be able to yell, “Were you born in a barn?” and chuckle, every time they left the door open as they ran back out to the sunshine.

The city was never my home, it’s not where I belong. It cramped me and the noise got in my head. I could never think over the noise. It was overwhelming.

chicksI knew my dear husband was willing to be witness to my dreams come true, and I knew he would work hard to afford the starting of a farm (which is a bit pricey, from our experience). But, I’ll be honest, I assumed I’d do a lot of the heavy lifting on the farm. And that was a price I was willing to pay to have my farm life.

But he has blown me away day in and day out. He’s made friends with the goats, and he built them all sheds. He is the one that said it was the right day to get chicks, and he helped feed and water them. (He’s even mentioned that he misses having them in the dining room.) He’s always loved dogs, so it is no surprise when he stops to tell them each hello.

Not only did he build goat sheds (which will get a post of their own), but he built me the best chicken coop. We looked at ideas online for a week straight. I called him a million times at work…what if we…what if we…what if we…coop2

And he built me a chicken a coop that’s just the best. My chickens love it and it let’s me keep them put up while they are small and will be where they spend their nights when they are big.

But not only did he bring me home a wood and wire structure, he went out of his way to paint it John Deere Green. Some said he should have used red, but it sure looks good to me. And he painted the name I picked for our farm on it. I cried when I saw it, and I’ve cried a few times since, because my husband knows how to love me well, and I am thankful.