In my greenhouse this morning, I sit sipping coffee and reading my bible. The sun is coming thru the large catalpa tree and the sky is the perfect shade of blue. 

the new greenhouse

Something about the smell of freshly planted lilacs and the sound of my hens caught me a little off guard. I suddenly feel a deep sense of connection to my home…. to its roots, the paint and the heavy beams.

I’ve never not valued my home. In fact, it’s what I love to chat about the most, next to my family. Yet, this fine spring morning has me thinking about how blessed I am. THIS is MY farmhouse. My home. My shelter. It deserves my absolute best because it gives me its very best.

This old farmhouse has truly watched this valley grow-up.  It has churned our butter and grew our wheat at the turn of the century, fed generations of families, weathered the rains of uncertainty and has now withstood two pandemics. She has lived through no less than eighteen sitting US presidents, two world wars, sickness and disease, a stock markets crash, grievance of death and brilliance of life. The ticker tape running thru my mind of her accomplishments is remarkable. 

Its hedges are a pillar of biblical strength that God said in that moment, I have a literal hedge of protection around you my child. I just began to let myself feel all this steadfast our home has seen and endured and now she’s here with me sheltering my dearest loves and keeping us safe. I am one blessed being to have one of the most curated and decorated homes of a lifetime. I look again at its structure and sigh— what a piece of remarkable history. I am honored to call her my very own.  

Our Home.

A poem to my home:

You’re a steadfast moment that stands still in a time of uncertainty.

Your foundation solid, the pitches in your peaks just enough high reaching to let the rains stroll down your sides.

Your brilliance of white, pure. Holy. Reverent. 

You’re keeping us sheltered, we honor that and think fondly of all the families you’ve kept within these walls safely for 110 years. 

April 29, 2020 2 comments
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As the season draws to a close, I wanted to share my reflections with you.  Fall is the season for gratitude. Gratitude for what we have and for the people who came before us and paved the way.

Learning and Remembering

Autumn is a time of learning, of letting go of what is weighing you down and pressing forward. Without the comforts of shade or shelter, it is a time of trudging through the uncertainty of what may lie ahead.

When I began Wheat Brothers Farms I wanted to recall the memories of my great granny and her resilience through the great depression, through the time when our home was established, and the families that were raised within its walls. There is a legacy behind everything that I do at our small farmhouse, whether it’s from my family or the Earharts, the family who founded Wheat Brothers. I wanted to create a community of people who love to reminisce of days gone bye, and who slow down to enjoy all that farm life has to offer; for those that are willing to take a moment.


Each November since my son was born I take a small index card and each day write something I’m grateful for on it. It’s a tradition that his father and I began years ago and I’ve continued it to this day. The harvest festival we hosted at our small home reminded me of those small index cards and for each person that showed up for the three weeks we hosted. I could not have imagined what a loving outpouring of support we would have and for that I’m grateful.  I added your names to the small index cards, so that when I look back someday,or maybe when I look back and I’m having a tough day and wondering why I decided to do this small vintage roadside farmstand, I would be reminded of those people who came to support our family and the traditions we value most at this time of year.   I’m grateful for each of you and thankful you are here and may the season finds you well.










Cheyla Breedlove Wheat Brothers Farms

Gratitude Journal: Our Family Tradition

15 sheets of scrap booking paper (autumn theme if you want)
Cut into 4×4 squares with a hole punched into the corner of each sheet.
Tie together with twine.
Write a little something for each day of November you’re grateful for. Have each one in your family do the same. Label them each year and enjoy for years to come with wonderful memories.


We have so much to be grateful for.


And speaking of grateful, Thank you Sweet Cream for being a part of our first annual Autumn Harvest Festival!

Thank you Sweet Cream!

November 13, 2018 1 comment
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“And all at once, summer collapsed into fall” – Oscar Wilde

It’s coming on October, and the crunchy leaves are finally filling the streets with such warmth, almost like a blanket. I have a new book sitting on my bedside table. It’s waiting for me and I’m still looking for a new pair of glasses. I am so happy to finally be back in our autumn “back to class” routine. We always have a routine at the farmhouse, but something’s shifting round here, and after all the smoke from wildfires plaguing us this summer, I will take the chilly air with a gracious smile on my face and a warm pumpkin spice latte.

Our routine refreshes my soul and those kiddos seem to thrive. I’m 100% convinced, and have read countless articles in the area of SAHM’s, that children who have daily steadiness and routine are far more likely to be more capable adults who contribute well to society and personal relationships.  I’m no scholar on this subject, but being home with my son for the past 7 years has been for me the most rewarding and fulfilling role I’ve ever had in my life. I cannot imagine anything else, nor would I want too.

Back to class means it’s time to take my little man to get a new assortment of books for autumn at the local bookstore, and our favorite little rummage book store as well. I rummage through his vintage library cart in his bedroom to find JUST the right amount of autumn books.

He loves certain ones (his classics) Little Pea” and Little Nut Brown Hare which his daddy used to read to him quite often, and now a story about a little tree. One for the littles is by my friend in Canada, Miss M, called “HOME”.

Each year one of my dearest friends and I get our our back to school junk out and create our back to school mantels and if you think okay that’s cute… we also help one another on our porches, it’s like the most fun two adult women who love to junk and love & met at a home depot workshop can actually have.

I’d love to show you what hers looks like and if you haven’t, go check out her blog:


The only photo from our house is a side shot of our piano. I think my favorite part is the abacus & the “Peachy” folders from the 1980’s.


In the need for good autumn reads? These three have breathed life into me. Seriously good stuff.  


And of course what would fall be without my three gents heading back to class.

8th grade4th grade1st grade

By the way Gavin seems so stoic here that it’s wrecking my heart.  Loves to sit in tree houses like a boy, but too grown to be photographed. Oh how they grow.

Welcome back…I love routine, like a lot.



Cheyla Breedlove Wheat Brothers Farms


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September 26, 2018 0 comment
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We have been traveling in Europe for 14 days now and here’s what I have found one must bring along to make the journey all that bearable:

  • Neck pillow, like, seriously a GOOD one. I have done a lot of traveling between cities and in a van or plane hopping from one city to the next, and it is absolutely crucial.
  • Hand sanitizer because well… germs are everywhere . Socks & a warm blanket that folds up. I bought one at  target and it was perfect and came with a pair of sleepy eye pads, which, for 5 hours of sitting on a tarmac for “limited air space” in Europe was a life saver. And apparently 5 hours on the Tarmac is a real honest to goodness thing.
  • Granola bars are essential when you almost miss your train to connection to the next destination or your starving since not all food in Europe is tasty.
  • Be sure to bring two pairs of sunnie’s. I wasn’t sure I needed them, but just in case you lose one, it brings peace of mind.
  • When traveling abroad it is always a good idea to bring a copy of all your passports and ID, and a folder in your email for all correspondence regarding tickets for shows, events, and travel arrangements. They do have internet here, but nothing like America kids, we have it so plush and easy.
  • One important lesson… Don’t get fancy nails. No commerce is open and if your traveldays fall on weekdays then your out of luck pretty lady. Just like me. It became comical when my sweetheart’s mom and I looked in each city. but never could get them done since we arrived too late and always left on a Monday. It became a running joke in our family traveling group as did the moment she and I went to the men’s bathroom at different times, but that will be a story for another time. Just know to really look at the pictures on men’s and women’s “toilets”. Gawd that was so funny.
  • Cold medicine. vitamin C packets and Ibuprofen. Because if you don’t, you’ll be looking for a “chemist” which by the way isn’t open on a weekend so if you get ill…and need some cold meds you’ll be waiting until you die or until Monday, whichever comes first just kidding .. sorta.
  • Chargers. K- if your a gadgets person don’t go to Europe. Kidding.. again kinda. They don’t have easily accessible plug ins. You’ll want to bring multiple European and International chargers. Chargers are crucial, but there are different outlets in Ireland and Scotland vs France. You’ll want as many as you feel you’d need to charge all your headphones. bricks, ipads, iphones and whatever else you’d want. My essentials were my Sony headphones which are worth the money especially on a tarmac for 5 hours with a screaming toddler. Did i mention that yet? Be overly prepared. Yup, that happened. Thank goodness we had stopped at the Dalwinnie distillery in Scotland and had some left over whiskey & the best crafted chocolates I’ve ever had so much so the chocolatier makes them for Queen Elizabeth if that gives you any idea of how much I loved those hazelnut chocolates.
  • Do yourself a favor and make sure to download all your music to your phone. It’s worth the time, promise.
  • Bring a leather jacket- it’s chic and practical.  
  • Smile. It goes a long way, and don’t panic if things get a little rough remember it’s an experience and being that I have traveled much in my life I know that every obstacle we can learn from.
  • The day before, have a friend come over to go over any last minute details of your suitcase and make sure all logistics are ironed out and you’ve packed enough toothpaste. That was so helpful as I was feeling anxious about over two weeks abroad.
  • Charge your toothbrush and any bathroom electronics the day before your trip, they should last the two weeks.
  • Blow dryers are useless don’t bring them, they have one everywhere you go.
  • Uber in Paris is affordable.
  • French women show bra.
  • Hold tight- Parisian drivers are Whoa crazy.
  • There are no definite? lines in traffic
  • Use google translator for communication with your Uber drivers in Paris. That was a game changer.

  • Invest in suitcases that are full mobility. It will be a time saver as well as a back saver. We bought these on Amazon and is worth every penny.
  • I began to store away stuff I loved for the trip about a year in advance and could picture wearing in any city we visited and that they wore well. That helped when you finalize packing the day before.
  • One moment in London standing near the base of Big Ben I thought why didn’t we check for construction!? Unfortunately the entire south and west side of Big Ben and Westminster Abby was covered in scaffolding and unrecognizable. 
  • I loved Ireland the most. The smells, music, and people. They know hospitality and truly was the cleanest of places we traveled too and for me that is really important.

These are my opinions and my take on these situations and events, not to be misconstrued.

Donovan’s tips:

  • Bring hot sauce
  • A good pair of walking shoes we clocked over 60 miles until my iWatch died.. again with the chargers.
  • Experience a men’s barbershop the “works”

One more thing…Get a massage!


Cheyla Breedlove Wheat Brothers Farms



September 12, 2018 0 comment
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Christmas of 2000 was very fond as I recall it now so many years later. I’ll never forget, my brother and his family were home for the holiday and were all bunkered down in the living room at my momma’s. My sweet nephews were all snuggled up in their beds and pillow forts anxiously awaiting the moment to bestow they’re eyes upon what jolly ole saint Nicholas had brought them. Ross being the oldest at 8 could barely stand waiting, but Corbin knew one thing about Papa Geek, his grandfather, my step-father, and that was 1) he had quite the sense of humor and 2) we had best all stay in our beds until we were told to come out. The coffee pot was brewing and the scent filled the air with that Christmas morning smell that only that one day a year brings. I don’t know how, but for me that day smells just a tiny bit sweeter, and personally my heart feels so much lighter than all year. It’s a joy unspeakable that bubbles out of me every Christmas morning with the smile of what’s to come, and renewed hope that my Savior has been born. I cherish Christmas morning, I really do.

Tie Dye Onesies and Reindeer Antlers

I hear them down the hall, my mom and daddy-o, with their giggling and deep belly laughing. Which turned into my mom snorting when she laughed so hard and couldn’t contain herself as only she does, and did so often when that man was still with us this side of heaven. Then I see them as they begin down the hallway towards our living room. I can’t believe this. How? How did she convince him to do this or to wear THAT? And just like that they were standing in front of us all in their one piece tie dye onesies and reindeer antlers. The room was silent and then my brother, Chad, laughed so hard and so loud the room exploded. Two couple ole geezers dressed like Jerry Garcia at Woodstock if Woodstock would have been held at Christmas in 1969. I simply could NOT contain myself and laughter poured through our home.

Never Too Old to Play Dress Up

When I think about Christmas’ past, I often think of this moment, then I sit a moment to relive it as a young girl and to remind myself one is never too old to play dress up and make the children laugh. Let us remember we are never too old to find the joy in us at Christmas, and let it spill to overflowing love as we spend time with our families and friends.

Cherish your loved ones while they’re here, because one Christmas you will think fondly of them and smile, and perhaps a good laugh will follow.

May you know you’re loved at Christmas, and every day, by the One who came to be your Redeemer, Jesus Christ our Lord.

Merry Christmas,

Cheyla Breedlove Wheat Brothers Farms

December 5, 2017 1 comment
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