Imagine a life where medicine grows at your feet, where cattle graze on hillsides that have whispered their secrets for generations, and where every day is an opportunity to heal, grow, and connect with the Creator—this is our story, one handful of goldenrod and one cattle call at a time.
The frigid West Virginia morning air nips at my fingers as I gather chicken feed and break the ice for their water while my husband tends to our small herd of cattle in the misty pasture beyond. Our life isn't just farming—it's a delicate dance of nurturing land, livestock, and family, where every plant I harvest and every calf my husband raises tells a story of resilience and connection.
Our Family
As a family of five—Charlie at 19 preparing to chart his own path, Annie at 15 learning the rhythms of our homestead, and little Henry at 6 already mimicking his father's careful movements with the cattle—we've transformed our small West Virginia farm into a peaceful haven. Each salve I create from our foraged herbs is more than just a remedy; it's a testament to the healing power of God and the generations of knowledge we're weaving together.
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