Once there was girl, a farmer's daughter. She grew up on the smell of fresh air and engine oil; days filled with sunshine and earthworms and strong hugs and a passion for nurturing things. Years passed, and notions of life in the city clamoured. But when the time came to spread her wings and fly, she realized the best place to fly was up not out; for what is the good in flying away if you belong in the place that grew your wings strong?
1993 - My grandma, Shirley Carroll, and I in the field during planting season in northern Iowa.
Now, I'm a farming wife and mom raising the next generation and helping feed the world. I love this way of life, and I share about it here. I'm a Jesus follower. Mud lover. Gluten junkie. Accidental burner of the popcorn. I have a photography career, and I volunteer with two non-profit, grass root ag organizations that work to be a voice for truth about agriculture and OHMYGOSH those people fuel my very soul to do more, be more, and give more. (American Agri-Women and its local affiliate, Iowa Agri-Women.)
The world has only one way to understand the love and dedication farmers put into their families and their land - through us giving the world a glimpse into our lives. The crisp early mornings and stressful late nights, broken-down implements and loved animals and wildly excited children. Pictures of the buffer strips and water ways and other conservation practices. The good and the bad, the pretty and painful. How else will people know what we really do if we don't tell them?
If you have questions about farming, or how America's food is raised, ask me! As a farmer, I want people to know they can confidently keep their faith in the rural way of life and farm families like mine, doing everything we can to feed and protect this world.