Welcome!!

A new year.  A new adventure.  A new name.

Welcome to Stoney Brooke Farms.  

What you just read is a dream come true.  

I have been longing for a real-life farm with a real-life name for a very long time.  And now I have both.  And I am in love.

When we purchased our land of pine trees and hills, we began a journey that will take us along the road less travelled.  That is what we (okay, it’s really more like “I") wanted.  I wanted to do things the hard way.  The old way.  Like my great-grandparents did them.  Why, exactly? I cant really say for sure.  But it was a deep rooted desire to get back to the land and do it myself (which is a personality flaw my family has been dealing with for a very long time now…).

So, in 2017, we cleared out a lot of those pine trees and even a few oaks and maples.  We built a home.  It is really a dream home for us, perfect for our needs.  In early 2018 I purchased 6 chicks from Tractor Supply and began the farm life.  Last summer we cleared about 3 acres more and began construction on our barn.  We have seeded the pasture and are in the process of deciding which type of fence to put up for the larger animals we hope to add later this year.

As you can imagine, establishing a farm is a long term process.  I used to be a very “I Want It NOW” kind of person.  But not so much anymore.  I have become an “Anything Good Takes Time” kind of girl.  I now understand that good things take time to do right, and so I am better able to wait for all those things on the list.  
I’ve become a real life farmer over the past year.  I have learned that you don’t have to have a hundred head of cattle to be a real farmer.  You just have to start where you are and love the land and animals you have.  

I have started counting time by seasons.  I have discovered a love for seed catalogs.  I have changed the way I think of worms.  I have learned to enjoy the early winter nights that let you sit down and rest a lot earlier than the summer ones do.  I have learned that I can do hard things that farmers have to do―things like culling a rooster or burying an animal that you have become attached to.  I have learned that death is part of farming.
 
​But so is life. 

And the life part is what makes it all worth it.

Until next time―Happy Farming!

Lori