The Weekend My Kids Came Home—and What I Missed

The kids were home for the weekend, and I thought we were making the most of our time together. We shared meals, went about our days, and settled into familiar routines. But as they packed up to leave, I realized something important had been missing all along. Sometimes the busiest part of life isn't what steals our attention—it's the habits we don't even notice

A Gourmand, a Rabbit, and a Flower Farmer Walk Into a Kitchen

When both of our kids came home for the weekend, the farm felt a little fuller—and the kitchen became a lot more complicated. Between picky eaters, apartment hunting in New York City, and the daily challenges of growing flowers, I found myself reflecting on how often flexibility matters in both farming and life.

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