Wheat Brothers Farms Farewell.

Seven glorious years of my life have been spent on this little small piece of land serving folks amazing pie from my great grannies recipes, planting in the dirt and growin’ in love.

I’ve chased chickens and babies, raked copious amounts of leaves every season from trees that were here decades before I was born and will be here, I hope for decades after I am gone. My hope is for other generations to enjoy the shade of their leaves on a warm southern oregon summers day or to enjoy the sound of their leaves rustling in the autumns breeze.

Our roadside farm-stand was built out of an old Chevrolet truck bed that we pulled from a salvage yard on a very hot Saturday in 2013 covered in BlackBerry brush and on a Sunday not to long after did we spend a day in the driveway making its boxes to hold goods and wares and honey.

If not for my sweet stay at home mommas who have been here thru thick and thin and helped me run these little companies quietly behind the scenes.  I wouldn’t have had the best 7 years opening our little farmhouse to the community I was born and raised in. I love you girls very much. 

Thank you to my friends who are valued educators in this valley who gathered every September to honor them at a brunch we would throw, or to a magazine editor who graciously put my son and I on the cover of their magazine, or to the beekeepers who have taught me to bee-keep and in turn turned it to passion to then watch our young son teach his own peers for three years the beginnings of beekeeping.

Thank you to those who came to our workshops in the autumn, our Christmas coffee pop ups for Longhorn in the spirit of the Christmas season and the returning beautiful friends who lovingly buy Lemonade from our young sons who made the Medford Mail Tribune twice for peddling lemonade and learning work ethic.

Our home this 1910 farmhouse is what I set out to honor in 2011 when we moved in and it now has come to the end of a chapter. I’m not a bit saddened as I’ve gleaned so much about folks, running a little market and much more important to teach my family that our business is to love on others thru an extension of our home. That of which I believe we have held to the upmost regard and I hope you felt it if you’ve sat on the porch with me sipping juice or even under the trees.

So, my friends, thank YOU! Thank you for seven glorious years of loving our Lil Farm in the City,( thanks Ash for the name) that just felt right and stuck. 

I cannot forget my mentor Laura who owned Fox Run farm whom I met at 12 and taught me to love her quaint farmhouse full of love – for giving me some piece of fruit or fruit leather every time my mom and I came by each visit. Her beautiful hair and frail body became more and more valuable as I grew and for teaching me everything I know about her craft. 

And to the Earhart family:

June, Samuel, James and your parents I pray that I’ve done and will continue to do the precious honor to live in your home and to honor this once beautiful Wheat Farm the way it should be here in the Rogue Valley for many more decades to come.

Blessings,