By Mary Conley
We were continually working either in the city or on the farm, and loving every moment of it.
Sometimes you just need a friend to get you through the greatest challenges.
How we managed to travel across the country twice only to realize that we left something incredibly important behind.
This is an initial post introducing some of our local farmers and the great, creative ways they are promoting their farm products.
The seeds of my journey toward self-sufficiency were planted years ago when I visited Grandma and Grandpa on the farm.
It was a house that most women would run from, but somehow, I was blind to the mess.
I got home today from town and found a mess. The pigs had broken out of their pen and proceeded to tear up my pasture. The llama was on alert and hidden behind the dirt pile, sending out her warble of appeal. The sheep were huddled up into groups of four or six.