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When I first started farming as a teenager and into my twenties, I learned to work hard. And I learned to love it. My boys are learning that now. For the last few months, they have been getting up between four and five in the morning to milk, move cows, feed chickens, and do the…

When I graduated from high school and started my farm business, a family friend gave me an Australian Shepherd puppy to be my farm dog. I named him Blake. He followed me every day as I did chores, always eager to help. One of his favorite jobs was chasing down escaped chickens and pinning them…

A thousand miles from my farm in Alabama, I was in upstate New York teaching a horticulture course at a week-long guild hosted by a Christian publishing ministry. Professionals from all kinds of arts and crafts had gathered for a week of work, worship, and spiritual growth. Around a hundred students, most of them young…