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Yea, we know we’ve been interrupting your normal Yea, we know we’ve been interrupting your normal programming lately. Gardens. Recipes. Dahlias. Vintage finds. That’s how you’ve always known us. Instead, we’ve recently been talking about things most of us wish we didn’t have to talk about. That’s not because our values changed. It’s because staying silent would have violated them. We still love this life. The farm. The kitchen. The beauty of ordinary days. But being grounded in meaning and purpose doesn’t mean being asleep. One of the wonderful things that humans can do is to hold two truths at the same time. We can love the quiet of our small farm and refuse to ignore the noise of injustice. We can plant flowers and still speak up when something is wrong. The temptation right now is to retreat into what feels manageable. To fortify your little corner. To curate your feed. To convince yourself that if it’s not touching you directly, it’s not your lane. We understand that impulse. We’ve felt it too. But pretending everything is fine doesn’t protect your peace. It protects the problem. Pretending everything is fine doesn’t preserve normalcy. It normalizes harm. Pretending everything is fine doesn’t calm the chaos. It enables it. You wouldn’t smile for selfies in your garden while your neighbor’s house burned down. And right now, a lot of houses are on fire. Choosing to see that doesn’t make you dramatic. It makes you human. Research in the area of developmental psychology is clear on this: we are not wired for permanent comfort. We are wired for growth. And growth doesn’t happen in avoidance. It happens in friction. You were meant to build, to strive, to endure, to stand. You were made to do hard things. And you were given a voice to speak up. You can hold joy and outrage. Gratitude and grief. Homemaking and hard conversations. This thing you love and that thing you want to make better. That’s the whole point. ❤️ #SpeakUp #DontLookAway
Some people think self-sufficiency means: “If I Some people think self-sufficiency means: “If I can do it, anyone can.” That sounds strong. Even empowering. But it’s also convenient. And deeply naive. It skips right over something essential. Many of us were born into laws that protect us. Infrastructure that supports us. A passport that gives us mobility. A system that — flawed as it is — still recognizes our rights. But not everyone was. If you’ve never had to fight for your legal existence, your safety, or your ability to work without fear, it’s easy to confuse your starting point with your virtue. Self-sufficiency living is about reducing your reliance. It’s about building skills. It’s about taking responsibility for your life and your decisions. It is not proof that you are ethically superior to someone whose circumstances were never yours. It is not permission to stand on the moral high ground and judge someone else’s fight for survival. You can believe in hard work and still recognize that not everyone began on equal footing. You can build resilience and independence in your own household and still refuse to strip dignity from someone fighting for their own freedom and safety. If your version of strength comes with a side serving of contempt for those who have less, it isn’t strength. It’s superiority masquerading as righteousness. Never confuse good fortune, or lack thereof, for character. ❤️ #spreadkindness #kindnessmatters #humanity 👉Tag someone who understands that personal responsibility and compassion for others can coexist.
We knew speaking up would cost us something. And i We knew speaking up would cost us something. And it did. We lost a few hundred followers after we shared where we stand. Some people expected us to stay quiet. Some people are comfortable with compassion… as long as it doesn’t require courage. Some people hear ‘dignity for all’ and feel personally attacked. That part wasn’t surprising. When you stop being neutral, you stop being for everyone. What *did* surprise us was realizing how many people had misread us. Some people assumed that because we farm… because we chose rural life… because we value self-sufficiency… that we must also subscribe to cruelty, fear of others, or conditional compassion. If you thought the farmsteading life comes bundled with bigotry—nope. Let’s be clear. Self-sufficiency is about taking responsibility for your life — not stripping dignity from someone else’s. When we say it’s not about left vs right, we mean it. It’s about right vs wrong. We can disagree on policy. We can debate economics. We can argue about strategy. You can disagree with us on a hundred things and still agree on basic human dignity. Empathy, integrity, and compassion are not partisan issues. If that clarity costs us more followers, so be it. From here forward, there will be no confusion about where we stand. We will say what we believe plainly, and we will sign our name to it. If that makes you uncomfortable, you’re free to leave. If you’re here for the story of building a life well-lived rooted in integrity—there’s room for you at our table. If you’re here for cruelty in a mason jar or a paper-wrapped bouquet of indifference—this won’t be your community. And that’s okay. This is just the beginning. #resistfascism #fightinjustice #speakup
I knew my days were numbered the minute I heard hi I knew my days were numbered the minute I heard him say it. We’d just left the conference room after a tense meeting where I’d been raked over the coals for speaking inconvenient truths management didn’t want to hear. My co-worker—who’d been at the company for 30 years—offered advice he thought would help my career & my peace of mind: To survive here, you need to keep your head down & not stand out. That was the day I knew corporate life was not my path. We already owned our farm, but we weren’t farming yet. It wasn’t long before that changed—and I’ve never looked back. See, there’s a myth we’re sold early on: silence is wisdom. “Keep your head down. Don’t rock the boat. Pick your battles. Be strategic. You have too much to lose.” On the surface, that advice sounds reasonable—even responsible. But it’s a trap. It looks like wisdom because it promises protection from backlash, loss, and conflict. It signals self-control. It masquerades as long-term thinking. And it flatters the ego: "I’m not like those loud, messy people." Staying quiet is sold as discernment. But here’s the truth: Silence is only wisdom when it preserves integrity. When it erodes integrity, it isn’t wisdom—it’s avoidance. And silence only works if the system you’re in is fair and just. When a system becomes extractive, authoritarian, or dehumanizing, silence stops being neutral and starts doing active work *for* that system. That’s when “keeping quiet” curdles into self-betrayal. Listen, we’re rewarded our whole lives for accommodating, smoothing things over, and absorbing discomfort quietly. So when we’re told to stay silent “for our own good,” it lands easily. But the cost always comes later—creative atrophy, numbness, resentment, grief, the sense that you’re living *next to* your life instead of in it. Self-erasure works inside toxic systems because it creates exactly what those in power need: quiet, compliant people who are easy to rule & easy to replace. This is how you end up living a life that looks fine—but feels wrong. A system that needs you quiet will always call silence maturity. But a well-lived life requires discernment, not disappearance. Visibility, not obedience.
We’ve been quiet for a long time. Not because w We’ve been quiet for a long time. Not because we don’t have things to say, but because we’ve been afraid—afraid of alienating people, afraid of losing friends, afraid of what speaking honestly might cost our business. For a long time, we’ve tried to convince ourselves that staying quiet was the responsible thing; that relationships mattered more than politics. That it was better to keep things light and focus on homemaking, farmsteading, growing things, building beauty, and living deliberately. But over time, our fear didn’t just keep us silent on certain issues—it made us go quiet altogether. Everything we used to talk about started to feel unbearably superficial. It felt wrong to post about dahlias or baking bread while something deeply harmful was unfolding around us. It became so stifling that we stopped showing up entirely. What we’re reckoning with now is the cost of choosing silence over truth—and the fact that we can’t live that way anymore. So let us be very clear: We can no longer “agree to disagree” on issues of human dignity, civil rights, and State-sanctioned harm. We can no longer compartmentalize our values in order to remain likable. What we’re living through right now isn’t a disagreement over policy preferences. It’s a moral crisis. And for us, staying quiet has stopped feeling like polite restraint and started feeling like complicity. We couldn’t care less about party affiliation. What we do care about is opposing fascism, authoritarianism, dehumanization, and State-sanctioned violence—especially when they target the most vulnerable among us. That isn’t political. It’s moral. We know this decision will cost us something. Followers. Relationships. Possibly business. But living in fear has been costing us something far more important. So, we’re choosing to show up honestly and recommitting ourselves to our promise of authenticity. This platform will continue to be about care, stewardship, beauty, and a life well-lived—but it will no longer pretend that those things exist separately from justice, freedom, and basic human decency. We’d rather be able to breathe again than stay silent for someone else’s comfort. -Rob & Kristi #resist
Who decided that chasing empty goals was the marke Who decided that chasing empty goals was the marker of a good life, anyway? Some of us were just not meant to sit in front of screens all day. We were not designed to live out our days inside of cookie-cutter boxes bathed in artificial light. Some of us can only be nourished by something bigger than the status quo. Listen, you were made to build something that matters. You know it in your soul. You were made to get your hands dirty with the work of being *alive.* The kind of work that feeds you—not drains you. The kind of purpose-driven striving that doesn’t need applause or approval, because *you know* it’s sacred. Not everyone will understand why you're out here planting hope into the ground. Why you’re trading convenience for intention. Why you’d rather wake up sore than spend your life increasing someone else’s profit margin. But here’s the truth: You don’t owe anyone an explanation. You don’t have to justify your joy. You don’t need to give away the best years of your life just to get a few at the end of it that finally feel like yours. You want to live a truly good life? Here’s what everyone needs to understand: Purpose is your birthright. And you sure as hell don’t have to earn it by being “productive” for someone else. You don’t owe this sick, broken system a damn thing. 🌱 If this speaks to your soul, pass it on. There are others out there doing quiet, meaningful work — and they need to know they’re not alone. #supportlocalfarmers #flowerfarmer #meaningfulwork
We call it “multi-passionate with a purpose”. We call it “multi-passionate with a purpose”. 🤣 The almighty “they” tell us to *pick one thing.* Pick a lane. Pick a career. Settle down. Stay focused. Stay in your box. Cool story. 👍 Meanwhile, you’re over here planting onions, building a compost bin, sewing curtains out of vintage fabric, pressure-canning soup, and casually Googling “how to drill a well by hand.” And guess what? None of it’s wasted. Every so-called “distraction” is building something real. Something that feeds you. Your curiosity isn’t a defect. It’s your superpower. And seriously, who made the rule that you can only do one thing at a time? In this life, you get to nourish yourself from *the whole flippin’ buffet!* You get to learn and do and try and fail and try again…and it ALL counts. So if you’ve been made to feel like you're “too much” or “all over the place” or some other label designed to dim your light—welcome. You’re in exactly the right place. You were literally made to create, to grow, and to strive. And we celebrate that passion and drive for becoming the version of yourself that you know you’re meant to be. Around here, too much is just right. ⚡ Tag the superhero who is out there pulling weeds in their PJ pants while the sourdough is rising and has 37 browser tabs open at once. We salute your beautiful chaos. #homesteadinglife #farmliving #countrystyle
They want you burned out. They want you numb, dis They want you burned out. They want you numb, disconnected, and too exhausted to imagine something different. All of it works in their favor. Because the more you believe *this is just how it is*, the less likely you are to resist. But joy? Joy is dangerous. Joy means you’re still alive, still feeling, still believing there’s something worth fighting for. Joy is a rebellion against despair. And something as simple as working in your garden, feeling the sun on your shoulders, smelling the fresh, clean air, and holding a sweet bunch of spring flowers can be a weapon in that rebellion. Doing deeply meaningful work that cultivates joy and nourishes our souls is the thing that reminds us: Life is still beautiful. The seasons will march on. And we are allowed to want more than survival. I can’t stress this enough right now—grow something. Pick something. Support a local farmer who grew it and picked it for you. Put it in a jar by the sink. Joy isn’t frivolous. It’s how we fight back. ✊️ 🌸 And, P.S., If this hit something in you, pass it on. Right now--more than ever--we need more people remembering what joy feels like. #joyinthelittlethings #selfcare #stopandsmelltheflowers
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