Hooky time

Taking advantage of some Saturday morning me time with my yarn stash. Life is good. 

Working hard

Spring

baker farm

When we bought our farm it was the last remaining portion of the Gryder farm, and thus we were "Becoming Gryder".  Over the last seven plus years our lives have changed so much - we brought three babies home from the hospital and have watched them grow into little girls.  We have seen cows come and go.  We have both laughed at and learned from our mistakes.  We have planted a truffle tree orchard.  We have eaten pigs we raised.  And we have realized that we are no longer on Gryder land - we have become baker farm. 

And now we have a farm-specific blog:

bakerfarm.blogspot.com

Hiatus

Blogging hiatus hopefully over.  With the addition project then rolling into the holidays and then the "Big Snow of 2014" and the stomach flu that took down my family and on and on.... I have been slack and not so much as considered a new post in quite some time.  Life is finally starting to fall back into a sense of normalcy.  The snow is gone, the family is well, and peas are planted.  This weekend we get two new baby hogs.  Pinky Pie and Pinkalicious left us Martin Luther King Day and are now residing in our freezer and the freezers of our loved ones.  We are looking forward to a new adventure of breeding and raising our own pigs.  Allen and the girls have been hard at work prepping the new piggy home over the past few days.

We are also prepping and planning for what will hopefully be our first true market garden.  Allen will still manage the Farmers Market on Saturdays, but most Thursday evenings you should be able to find a Baker Farm table selling some fresh produce and crafty items.  So much to do before the season starts!

Easy like Sunday morning... two weeks ago.

Oops... just realized a Sunday morning pic post never made it up.  I love technology but relying on my phone to do my posting is obviously not the best idea.  So, better late than never:

Chilly!

Snow in early November??  Weather in the 20's??  This southern girl was not ready for all that. But I do love a fire... And so do the girls!