My Journal

The results are in: my soil is in a really good place. Here’s what the test showed and how I’m approaching the first year of growing.

As I type this out for the second and third time, I realize I’m still very much in the “mom of little children” season of life, and whatever plans I make need to reflect that. Although I have a Honey-Do list for myself of things I want to accomplish this fall—growing, getting my hands in the soil, and moving the farm forward—I need to stay realistic.

The turn toward fall has settled in. Mornings gather us inside now—warm rooms filled with the quiet work of hands, crafts and projects that ask for longer light. On the porch, the evenings have changed their ritual: iced tea gives way to something warmer, cupped between palms as the air cools. Fall Morning, bare garden The sun still leans golden across the yard, but the garden has gone bare. Wind moves through the empty beds and finds me easily—sharp against skin that has gro

The Land Is Ours: Reflections on Patience, Postpartum, and Building Something That Lasts

The growth may feel slow to me. In an era when immediate satisfaction is treated as automatic, that same pace may look quick to someone else. I know rebuilding a business while bootstrapping the whole way is not ideal. The grind is still worth it.

Memphis heat finally lets go. Nights drop. The soil is still warm. Pests slow down. And if you time it right, you can eat from the beds straight through Thanksgiving and into winter. On our little urban farm that second season feels like a gift—cooler work, sweeter greens, and one more chance to put food on the table with the kids before the year turns.