Author Archives: Kelli Miller

We have a new boar! And as you can see he’s a Berkshire, not a Large Black. I had so wanted to stick with a LB boar, but the closest one we could find was in Indiana and the cost … Continue reading →

This afternoon was a “fun day” for me. I took a trip down to Grundy Center to see my friend Lisa of Gracious Acres fame. And I bought milk. But I’ll get to that in a minute. photo copyright BP … Continue reading →

Once again a fine steam engine show was put on by the Mitchell County Historical Society and steam engine aficionados from near and far. The volunteer effort is extremely impressive. A giant Case. I don’t know anything about it, but … Continue reading →

Ever since our county fair, where he saw his first tractor pull, Rafe has been asking to see another one. If you know Rafe, you know he has this dramatic aversion to loud noises that involves covering his ears and … Continue reading →

It’s chick time again! This little guy was so tired he fell asleep standing up. I usually do 2 batches of 100. I had so many pre-sales this time that I upped my order to 125. With the 3 freebies, … Continue reading →

As HHG commented in the last post, Seed Savers Heritage Farm is farmer eye candy. I thought that was a very good way of putting it! Here’s a few more snapshots: A look back at the barn from the trail … Continue reading →

Today my parents took the kids for an overnight, as they do every August, heading west to Clear Lake. Matt and I decided to take advantage of a kid-free day and take a little daytrip ourselves. We headed east to … Continue reading →

when Matt was home for lunch today. M: “Olivia, how are your calves today?” O: “Good! Tommy’s balls fell off!” Somehow “good” and “balls fell off” don’t seem to belong in the same sentence together. But maybe that’s just me.

Blooms that Madeline started indoors and transplanted into the vegetable garden (much to Matt’s chagrin.) She’d like to try this on a little larger scale and sell cut flowers at the farmers market but, alas, too little tillable land on … Continue reading →