Friends are the family you make for yourself, and that’s exactly what we did. Our children are being raised as siblings—My mother and Matthew’s mother are grandparents to all of them. We expect the same amount of hard work from their four year old as we do ours.
Read MoreMy father passed away last Sunday, at 3:51 in the morning, after a two year fight with stage IV pancreatic cancer…
Read MoreLost Peacock Creamery Summer Camp days were filled with animals, sunshine, goat cheese, and very frequent dips in the water troughs...
Read MoreIt's been so long since I posted I don't even know where to start. So, in no particular order, here's some facts you might want to know…
Read MoreLiving on a dairy farm, and especially living on a dairy farm that makes their own cheese, is painstakingly tiring…
Read MoreWhen Matthew and I decided to open up the farm to kids for a full week, we weren’t exactly sure what to expect…
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Matthew is, without a doubt, the backbone of this dairy. I can say, without any reservation, this dairy would not exist without him. No really, even if I hadn't fallen in love with him, he is the carpenter that I hired to finish construction. I was so broke in the midst of my divorce I paid him in pork (not a metaphor)…
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There are two myths that we're currently combating at the farm…
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In the past week we have welcomed 21 babies onto the farm. As of now 13 moms have delivered. We have 23 more to go…
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When Matthew came inside with an armful of cold piglets I did what any other farmer would do. I got the heating pad out, drank a beer, unthawed some breast milk, and turned my empty beer into a bottle for them…
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