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EDITOR’S LETTER At the start of each new season, I’m certain this one is my favorite. The first snowfall of the year brings me a childlike sense of glee. Spring’s emerging growth spells unparalleled optimism. And when summer arrives, I’m over the moon. But autumn! Oh, autumn—the air is crisp and leaves crunch underfoot; the kids return to school, so eager to learn; apples are bountiful and pumpkins are ripe for the picking, making things busy-busy for Kentuckians Kasey and Chris Hendrick, who recently added a market to their farm (page 18). Fall is soup season, too, and you’ll find a simple, tasty recipe for one of my faves on page 15. The ag diary by Field Editor Dixi Wellman (page 32) is also bound to whet some appetites, this…
THE GRATITUDE GOES BOTH WAYS! Growing up in the ’40s in a farm family of seven, it’s a pure delight to receive this magazine. Everything about Farm & Ranch Living is positive and colorful, and I learn something new with each issue. The photos are gorgeous and so filled with memories. While reading the ag diaries I am amazed at how dedicated these families are. Like them, my family worked from dawn to dusk—and so did our neighbors. Keep doing what is successful, and know you give the older generation smiles of memory and gratitude. JANET LONG SALEM, OREGON MAGAZINES IN MOTION We sure do love our summer night rides in the Bronco with the latest issue of Farm & Ranch Living. AMY HALLER NEWMANSTOWN, PENNSYLVANIA All Grown Up I…
1. KEEP ON KEEPIN’ ON Grandpa is 86 years old. Sixty years ago he bought our farm in upstate New York, where he raised dairy cows and five children. He went through successes and hardships and has weathered storms, droughts and the Ford family specialty—barn fires. Many years have passed, but he still likes to get out on his land and help his sons with the work as he can! KERYSA FORD PHOENIX, ARIZONA 2. MOTHER’S LITTLE HELPER One-year-old Tate Rueb is already learning the basics! The future is bright here at Berndt Ranch. BRITTANY RUEB DRAKE, NORTH DAKOTA 3. A PICTURE-PERFECT POOCH We’ve had Cella for eight years. She goes to the garden with us every night and helps keep the geese and foxes out of the fruits and…
Every other Saturday at 11 a.m., my grandmother would call. Each time the phone rang, I’d dart to the kitchen to answer. Our conversations were brief—Grandma didn’t want to tie up the lines. “Will you be coming for supper?” she’d ask. The question was more ceremony than necessity. With few exceptions, we always went to these Saturday suppers. Later that day, Dad and I would drive to the small Minnesota farm where he grew up. My fun Aunt Rose usually joined. Grandpa and Uncle Daniel were always there. We said the Our Father before we ate, and Grandma usually threw in a Hail Mary for good measure. Her meals were simple but amazing: mashed potatoes and baked chicken or pork chops, soup, fresh-baked bread with jam, and always a bowlful…
Autumn days fill me with melancholy. I suspect this feeling is familiar to all who harvest, be their plots 500 acres or a tiny backyard. Yet those golden, precious days also beguile us. I spent a good part of the spring and summer scraping the almost 50 years of accumulated paint from our lead-framed windows, so I had no time to plant and tend a garden. My entire harvest consisted of three bunches of artemisia, which I hung to dry from the beams in our living room ceiling. Something that has always evoked harvest and fall for me is the smell of my mother’s fresh tomato soup while it’s cooking. Without a garden this year, I bought the ingredients at the farmers market. Because I loved the aroma of the…
BOWLING GREEN, KENTUCKY LAND 1,000 acres BUSINESS 3H Farms & Farm Market TRACTOR John Deere Hi there! My name is Kasey Hendrick. My husband, Chris, and I first met as kindergartners in Smiths Grove, Kentucky. Who could’ve guessed that we would become high school sweethearts and get to where we are today? Chris and I own and operate a farm in Bowling Green, Kentucky. He is the brains behind the cattle and crops, while I help make sure everything falls into place. We are a good team. Both of our families ran country stores, and I believe it’s what we were meant to do, too. Our shop, 3H Farms Market (3hfarmsmarket.com), is the fulfillment of a dream. Chris had the big idea, but we’ve made this happen together. At the…
