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Crosswynd Farm, Roxboro, NC (2026)

09/30/2026

Happy Wednesday! I hope you all are having a great week. As always, there is so much going on around here.

Before I even get to Saturday’s adventure, I forgot another important event from last week.

The dogs went to the groomer.

Now, most people would probably say that like it was no big deal. Around here, of course, it was an EVENT.

Jordyn had to work — imagine that — so Pyper and I took not one, not two, but SIX dogs to the groomer.

When we got there, they asked Pyper if they could decorate Bucky for Halloween. She said sure and told them to make him look like Eeyore.

Well, apparently they were out of gray paint, so somewhere along the way Eeyore turned into Monsters, Inc.

Since Jordyn couldn’t go with us, I decided we should surprise her and have Stytch made to look like the REAL Stitch.

We didn’t tell her.

Actually, we didn’t tell Jim or Cross either.

The girls and I had somewhere to go that evening, so Jim and Cross had to pick all six dogs up from the groomer.

Now, I’m not sure there is a whole lot left in this world that shocks Jim anymore. After all these years with me and these children, the man has seen some things.

Apparently, though, this did it.

From what I was told, Jim walked in, saw Stytch, looked at Cross and said, “What the…?”

And that was BEFORE he even saw Bucky.

Once he saw Bucky, Cross said he pretty much just shook his head and went on.

Honestly, that’s probably the appropriate response at this point.

I’m still not sure if Jordyn actually liked her surprise or if she was in such complete shock that she couldn’t speak.

Either way…enjoy the pictures. 😂

Now on to Saturday.

Saturday was the Harvest Festival in South Boston. Since Pyper is dual licensed in Virginia and North Carolina, she has been trying to expand her reach across the Virginia line too. This was our first time attending the Harvest Festival, and y’all, we were so well received! We had a great day and met so many wonderful people.

Now, let me tell you how the day actually went because nothing around here is ever quite that simple.

Jordyn had to work, and Cross wanted to hunt so bad he could taste it, which left Jim, Pyper and me. Since we had never attended this festival before and didn’t know what the setup or attendance would be like, I only reserved ONE vendor space.

Mistake. That is the only word I can use to describe that decision.

I had already told Cross he could hunt and that I would just load everything in my car and take it myself.

Mistake number two.

By Thursday afternoon, I realized there was absolutely no way all of our stuff was fitting in my car.

Now, as you all know, Cross is our trailer driver. He can pull one, back one, put one wherever you tell him to put it and make it look easy. But I had promised him he could hunt, and I wasn’t going back on that. So I told him, “I’ll just pull the trailer.”

The fear on that child’s face was noticeable.

I reminded him that I DO know how to pull a trailer. I’ve even backed them before. Is it my favorite thing to do? Absolutely not. Do I usually end up happy after backing one? Also absolutely not.

Other than Cross and me, the trailer drivers around here are basically nonexistent. Jim doesn’t like pulling one and never really has. Me, on the other hand, I grew up around men who made sure I knew how to do certain things that maybe every girl wasn’t taught. Now, there are plenty of things I probably SHOULD know how to do that I definitely don’t…but that’s another story for another day.

So Saturday morning, in the DARK, we headed across the Virginia line.

It was quiet.

I am not a morning person, and Pyper isn’t much better.

Then Pyper says, “It’s early and I’m starving. Are we stopping for breakfast?”

Lovely.

Here I am with my big car AND a trailer trying to think of somewhere I can get in and out of without creating a situation. Hardee’s it was. Food secured. Back on the road.

According to the festival map, traffic was only allowed in one way.

Remember, I said according to the MAP.

Here’s another fun fact about me: I cannot read a map to save my life. I am a landmark girl. Jim is the nerd who reads the maps. Anywhere we go, the minute somebody hands us a map, everybody starts calling for Jim.

Why?

Because although my children look nothing like me, they DID inherit one thing from their mama — not a single one of us can read a map.

Those little maps they give you at theme parks? Not a chance. I’ll turn that thing upside down, sideways and backwards, and it still looks like a foreign language. Jim just laughs, takes it away from me and starts giving me landmarks.

I could tell y’all the story of how Jim discovered I couldn’t read a map, but my children already tell me my posts are too long, so I’ll save that one.

Anyway, we finally made it to our vendor space and wouldn’t you know it — a sweet elderly lady had parked her truck directly in front of our spot…and lost her keys while unloading.

She apologized and told us someone was coming from Danville to unlock it.

Danville.

Thirty minutes away.

Well, I couldn’t wait, so we improvised. I parked the trailer where I could and we started unloading.

Now let’s remember that our last vendor show was only two weeks ago and it was almost 100 degrees.

Saturday? CHILLY AND WINDY.

And when I say windy, I mean EVERYTHING was blowing everywhere.

Our original tent setup went straight out the window and I had to completely regroup. Poor Pyper had a rack for her shirts that absolutely refused to stay standing.

So what is a mama to do?

Zip-tie it to a light pole, of course.

Did it work? Yes.

Did the shirts stay on the rack?

Absolutely not.

The wind was so bad that Jim pretty much had to keep a hand on the tent all day. I’ve done a lot of vendor shows over the years, and that was definitely some of the worst wind I’ve ever fought.

Pyper always likes to walk around and look at the other vendors whenever she gets a break. It was still early, so I told her I’d walk down the street with her for a few minutes.

We’re walking, talking and looking when all of a sudden…

CRASH. CRASH.

Things are breaking.

I look up and another vendor’s ENTIRE TENT had caught the wind, gone up in the air and came crashing down right in front of us.

At that point I looked at Pyper and said, “It’s time to go back to our tent. I don’t need you getting hurt or killed for the rest of the day.”

And back we went.

Before the festival, Cross had also advised me that I needed to park the car and trailer across the bridge near Burger King and walk back.

I asked him if he had lost his mind.

There was no way I was parking that far away.

Thankfully, I found a BEAUTIFUL parking spot much closer, which meant when the show ended I was able to grab the trailer quickly. We were packed, loaded and headed home by 6:00!

WHAT A BLESSING.

We made it home, dropped the trailer and went to grab something to eat. Cross met us there, thank goodness, because Pyper was going through Cross withdrawals.

I think Cross was mostly just happy to see that my car and the trailer had returned in one piece.

He told me hey and immediately asked, “How’s the trailer?”

I said, “Good. I only broke one thing.”

Just a little plastic piece around the light socket.

He seemed satisfied with that answer. 😂

So there you have your latest Crosswynd update: six freshly groomed dogs, two surprise paint jobs, a great vendor show, crazy wind, a flying tent, a trailer adventure, one tiny broken piece and everybody made it home safely.

And most importantly, all the animals stayed where they belonged and were safe and sound when we got home, so all in all, I’d call it a pretty good week around here.

Next up — Ladies Night on October 8th and THREE weddings during the month of October!

October is looking just as busy as September, so I’m sure I’ll have plenty more Crosswynd stories to tell.

Happy Wednesday from all of us at Crosswynd Farm!

09/30/2026

We have fresh chicken and duck eggs available! You can pick up here at the farm, or we’ll have a few days/times available to meet in town for pickup. Just send us a message and we’ll get you fixed up!

And don’t forget — Ladies Night is coming up October 8th from 5-8. We’re getting everything ready and can’t wait to see everyone!

09/24/2026

Well, if you saw our earlier post, you know Monday’s storms decided Crosswynd Farms needed a little excitement—as if we don’t provide enough of that ourselves.

The good news: we are about halfway back up and running.

The bad news: apparently lightning and Starlink are NOT friends.

According to my children, we live in the boonies and their mama just HAD to build a metal house in the middle of nowhere. So we depend on Starlink for basically everything.

Satellite — GONE.
Router — GONE.
Internet — depends on the minute.

We have a new Starlink up and running on a limited basis, but there’s still work to be done. Pyper still has no internet at the shop, we have a few other minor things that need fixing, and a tree beside her shop took a pretty good hit.

Thankfully, the house is fine, the shop is fine, the animals are fine, and we have power and water—which around here are pretty important considering the number of humans and four-legged freeloaders depending on us.

Jordyn’s photography business pretty much requires internet for EVERYTHING. Most of what I do requires internet. Thankfully, Pyper can still do hair as long as she has power and water, although appointments and orders are a little more interesting right now.

And Cross has been so busy dealing with everything around here that he hasn’t even gotten a deer yet.

If you know Cross, you understand the severity of the situation now.

Meanwhile, the donkeys are probably the only ones who think the storm was a blessing because their hoof trims got pushed back a week. They are living their best lives.

And then there’s me.

Probably the WORST part of losing internet is that I can’t listen to Jordyn on the scanner while she’s working.

Yes, I know some of y’all think I’m crazy.

“How can you stand listening to that while your daughter is out there?”

Easy.

It is MUCH worse when I can’t hear her.

Tuesday night I hadn’t heard her all day, and this mama was NOT okay. I had to run into town and actually called her just to check on her—which I normally don’t do while she’s working. When your daughter does what mine does, you figure out whatever makes your mama heart feel a little better, and listening to that scanner is mine. I will continue being crazy.

But around here, the show must go on.

We have a show to get ready for, T-shirt orders are getting finished, fall candles are being made, and I have some of the CUTEST fall wax melts ready. I cannot wait for y’all to smell them!

So we’re still trucking along—just a little slower, slightly disconnected, surrounded by a mess, and probably one minor inconvenience away from somebody losing it.

Thank y’all for bearing with us while we get everything back together. Hopefully by next week things will be back to normal.

Actually…

Why would I even say that?

Nothing at Crosswynd Farms has EVER been normal.

09/23/2026

Mark your calendars!!

09/22/2026

As many of you may know, we live in the middle of nowhere 😂 so we rely on WiFi for pretty much EVERYTHING!

Unfortunately, the lightning last night struck our Starlink satellite, so we are currently without WiFi at the house. That means our phones are pretty much useless while we’re home too.

Jordyn will be away from the house working today, so she should have service. If you have an emergency or need to get in touch with us for hair needs, please reach out to her at 336-504-0374.

Hopefully we’ll be back up and running soon! Thanks for your patience!!

09/21/2026

Well, as y’all know, I had hoped for a little peace this weekend—but this is Crosswynd Farms. We don’t do peace around here. We do chaos, escaped pigs, last-minute photo sessions, hunting season and somehow pull it all together in the end.

Saturday started with Jim barely able to move because he had hurt his back. Then Cross walked in from hunting—yes, it’s hunting season, so I won’t see much of him anymore—and I asked, “Hey, Daddy’s back is hurt. Can you help me get the yard ready?”

Thankfully, he said yes.

First, he had to fix the lawn mower because the last time I used it, I may or may not have run over a very large stick and messed up the blades. Cross prefers that I don’t mow because he usually has to fix something on the mower afterward. I don’t know why. He just loves when I have my little “accidents.”

Once he got it fixed, I hopped on the riding mower while he took over the w**d eater and push mower. Time was running out, our first farm photo session was coming up, and Jordyn and Pyper were at a huge wedding about 40 minutes away. They had left a little after 6:00 that morning and, with everyone they had to get ready, didn’t finish until after noon.

As soon as they got home, they asked what they could do to help. I still had all the animals to take care of, and I desperately needed a shower before running to Walmart for pumpkins. They jumped in to handle the animals while I got ready and took off.

Then Jordyn called me: “Hey, Mama, did you forget you have a 2:00?”

No, of course I didn’t forget…except I absolutely did.

The session had originally been scheduled for 5:00 and was moved to 2:00. Somehow, that little detail had escaped me.

Thankfully, Cross and I had already put the set together. All I needed to do was add the mums and pumpkins. I turned around, rushed home and finished everything just in time for the sweetest little boy to arrive.

The funny part was that every time we sat him down, he got upset—but whenever Jordyn picked him up, he was the happiest baby in the world. The only problem was that Jordyn was supposed to be the photographer, but she was also the one who could make him laugh.

So what do you do?

You call in the second shooter. That would be me.

I can second-shoot all day long, but Jordyn’s editing style and mine are completely different—and she is a whole lot better at it than I am. She set everything up on the camera and told me what to do. All I had to do was aim, focus, push the button and pray.

And it worked! She got the cutest pictures. They may need a little extra editing because Mama doesn’t take pictures quite like Jordyn, but the important part is that he had the best laugh and had a ball watching Pua.

Since Pua was already in the little photo pen, we decided to leave her there while I ran back into town. I would be right back.

Or so I thought.

I was almost home when I received a text: “Pua escaped.”

Wonderful. We had another photo session in 30 minutes, and our smallest baby pig was loose somewhere on the farm.

I pulled into the driveway, dropped off the pumpkins, and the search party began. The lambs were already in place, patiently waiting for their photography debut, while the rest of us spread out like a group of hunters searching for one tiny pig.

Jordyn had the smart idea to check the security cameras. We figured out which direction Pua had gone, but she was nowhere to be found.

Then the next family arrived, ready for pictures with the pigs and lambs.

Well, Sarge has gotten too big, and Pua was somewhere living her best life, so Lyzzy—you’re up!

Cross wrestled Lyzzy into the photo pen, and we started the session. Everything was going great until Lyzzy saw Pyper walk outside the fence and decided she needed to follow her.

Here comes Pyper running after Lyzzy. Thankfully, we got that part on video.

Pyper managed to tackle her but then realized Lyzzy had gotten so big that she couldn’t pick her up. Cross came running out of the shop with no shirt on because he was trying to get ready to go hunting. He had to wrestle Lyzzy back into the pen again.

Once she was back inside, she was happy as a lark. She had hay, pumpkins and mums to nibble on—everything a pig could possibly want. Apparently, she just believed Pyper had something better.

That video of Pyper falling while chasing the pig may be the video of the weekend.

In the middle of all this, my phone rang.

“Hey, your pig is down the road.”

The nicest lady had found Pua. Apparently, Pua had traveled quite a ways, found herself a cool, shady spot under a tree and settled into the mulch like she owned the place.

We rushed down the road, collected our runaway pig and apologized profusely. We still have no idea how she escaped.

This picture pretty much sums up Pyper’s feelings about being drafted into the Crosswynd Farms pig-recovery team. She rode back on the golf cart holding Pua while I drove—and judging by her face, neither one of them was impressed with how the afternoon was going.

When we brought Pua back, the family was so excited to see her. By then, she was exhausted from her big adventure. Remember, Pua is the smallest baby, and those tiny little legs had carried her a pretty long way down the road.

But she still took great pictures. She lay there, let the children rub her and had herself a grand old time.

We finally finished the last session of the day, and Cross left to go hunting. I’m completely fine with that because I designed the living room, kitchen and loft around his taxidermy—and I still have empty walls he needs to fill. Plus, the dogs love deer meat, so really, he is helping the whole family.

With Cross gone, it was time to return all the animals to their pens. That meant Jordyn had to carry Lyzzy.

Jordyn is probably one of the strongest girls I have ever met. I never worry about her picking up anything—but I think she had a moment of brain freeze and forgot that Lyzzy is a whole lot bigger than Pua now.

Sadly, nobody got a picture of that moment, but the rest of us certainly got a good laugh.

We loaded everybody up, got them back into their pens, gave them feed and water, and told them goodnight. Then Pyper and I left to get food.

When we came home, I looked in the back and saw the glasses I had been searching for all week. That was the good news.

The bad news? They were a little out of shape—and by “a little,” I mean Jim, our resident master glasses and frame fixer, looked at them and said, “Honey, I’m scared to try to fix these because I think they’ll break.”

So apparently, there is a new pair of glasses in my future. I’m legal to drive without them after having LASIK, but I sure do miss how much sharper they make everything—especially at night with all those bright headlights.

By the end of the day, the pictures were finished, the animals were safely back where they belonged, the runaway pig had been recovered, and my glasses had been found…sort of.

Watching Pyper and Jordyn interact with the children and animals and create such beautiful pictures was incredible. I never imagined we would be doing any of this, but I absolutely love it.

Poor Jordyn is working three jobs and trying to keep up with everything, including editing all these photos. She will get them finished—and then she gets to remember that Christmas is coming and she has to plan Christmas sessions!

The good news is that Santa is already reserved. Now we just have to choose a date. We still don’t know whether the elf will return this year. The elf says he isn’t coming back, but we’ll see. You never know what might happen at Crosswynd Farms.

Next Saturday, we’ll be at the Harvest Festival in South Boston—another event where Jordyn will also be working. Cross won’t be helping with this one because it’s Youth Deer Hunting Weekend, which is basically Christmas to him. Between deer season and duck season, I think he gets more excited than he does on actual Christmas morning. That’s okay, though. I’m glad he has something he loves.

After that, we get about a two-week break before Ladies’ Night at Pyper’s salon. We have so many fun ideas planned for the fall and winter, and I can’t wait to share them with y’all.

I hope y’all have a wonderful week—and enjoy reading about our chaos. Around here, life may never be peaceful, but it is always entertaining.

09/18/2026

Can’t forget about those deer mamas.

09/16/2026

Crosswynd Farms Story Time… because apparently the Hot Sauce Festival wasn’t enough excitement for one weekend.

As most of you know, the Granville County Hot Sauce Festival was this past weekend. I feel like I spent the entire week—and then some—getting ready.

We redid the trailer, which meant completely emptying it and reorganizing everything. Products had to be made, things had to be ordered, everything had to be packed, shirts had to be finished…and the list goes on.

By the time Friday got here, we were already exhausted, and the festival hadn’t even started.

We knew Jordyn had to work, so she wasn’t going to be able to help much or do a lot of face painting. Poor Cross had to leave work early just to help us load the trailer and tow it over. Between closed roads, one-lane roads, turning around and trying to figure out how to actually get where we were supposed to be, he had already earned his keep before we even unloaded.

When we finally got to our spot, Jim informed me the temperature showing on the car was well over 100 degrees.

And let me tell you…it felt every bit of it.

We had two vendor tents to put up and three businesses worth of stuff to organize. Pyper is VERY particular about how she wants her area set up. Jordyn was going to be in and out because of work, so we needed to be able to handle questions about her business while she was gone. Then, of course, I brought Crosswynd Farms merchandise too.

It was A LOT.

Cross got the generator going and hooked up two fans, and I don’t think I have ever been so thankful for moving air in my life. We were dripping sweat.

Finally, everything was up and Cross left to go get something to eat.

I know that child had not even made it down the street when…

The fans stopped.

The generator stopped.

We were out of gas.

We had been trying to run some old gas out of it, and Cross thought there was more in there than there actually was, so naturally we had not brought extra.

Back to the store he went.

The fans we could technically survive without, although at that point I wasn’t sure I wanted to, but the lights HAD to be on for Pyper to work.

Friday night ended up going well, but the festival didn’t end until 10:00. We were exhausted. Jordyn had to be back at work early Saturday morning, and we had to be back at the festival and ready to open the tents by 10:00.

Saturday morning, Pyper and I headed over first thing.

Pyper had made a shirt for Sheriff Fountain. He has been awesome to our family and a wonderful leader, and she was so excited to give it to him. Jordyn called and told her to hurry down to his tent because he had a minute.

I think he was a little nervous about what was in that bag.

Thankfully, he loved it.

He put it on, and Pyper had made herself a matching one—minus the sheriff part. He asked her to take a picture with him, and she was absolutely tickled.

Then it was back to work.

And when I say work, I mean WORK.

The line started forming. Pyper was going back and forth between hair and face painting. I was keeping up with the line, answering questions and handling the other sales.

I was very little help to Pyper when it came to the actual services because I can’t do hair, and face paint and I have already agreed to stay away from each other.

Finally, she got the line down and had a second to breathe.

She said, “I need a break for just a minute.”

She didn’t make it far.

“PYPER!”

And right back she came.

Vendor shows usually mean no breaks for Pyper. Sometimes that includes bathroom breaks. We’re lucky if any of us remember to eat or drink.

Then the cavalry arrived.

Jim and Cross showed up with a cooler full of cold drinks. Jim could help with face painting, and Cross could get the generator going. That thing is so heavy we had to wait for him to bring it in on a cart.

Things were looking up.

Until about 1:00.

Then came the RAIN.

And I don’t mean a little shower.

I mean the biggest rainstorm I have ever dealt with at a vendor show.

We were all hiding under the tents, trying to keep ourselves and everything else dry. Spoiler alert: we did not succeed.

We were pushing water off the tents when Cross got caught directly in the crossfire of one giant dump of water.

SOAKED.

Luckily, Pyper had her brand-new Pyper Lynch Cosmetologist shirts there to sell, so Cross became the proud owner of a brand-new, dry cosmetology shirt.

Eventually the rain stopped, the festival ended, and it was finally time to load everything up and GO HOME.

Jordyn got off work just as we were loading the last little bit.

At this point, we were hot, wet, starving and exhausted.

My plan was simple: get home, pile into one car and go get something to eat.

Cooking was NOT in the cards.

Notice I said that was the plan.

We had our own little carpool line headed home—Jordyn, Cross and me.

Finally, I could see our driveway.

Jordyn and Cross pulled in ahead of me…and stopped.

I barely got into the driveway because they weren’t moving.

I said, “What in the world are they doing?”

Then I looked to my right.

There stood Maybelle.

Just staring at me.

Pyper said, “What’s wrong?”

I said, “Look right.”

“Oh no.”

Mind you, it was almost dark.

We jumped out and started counting donkeys.

They were ALL OVER THE YARD.

Well, all except Noel.

Noel was standing inside the pen like the little angel she apparently is, probably wondering why she had been blessed with such a ridiculous family.

The others had broken our nice white plastic fence and decided to take an evening stroll around the property.

The minute they realized we were after them, they took off.

We got Maybelle back in.

Now we just needed Jake and Lucy.

Jake and Lucy, however, had other plans.

They ran through the trees and headed toward the road.

Cross yelled for my keys, jumped in my car and took off after them to try to turn them around. Jordyn jumped in with him.

Jim, Pyper and I took off running.

The donkeys went up a driveway and into the woods beside our property.

I was the closest, so naturally I went into the woods after them.

In the dark.

After working a festival for two days.

At my age.

This is where I would like to point out that sometimes I forget how old I am.

And here’s another little detail I forgot to mention.

My prescription glasses—the ones I need for driving at night—had been sitting on the dash of my car when Cross jumped in and took off after the donkeys.

Those glasses have yet to be seen again.

So there I was, in the woods, in the dark, chasing donkeys and using the flashlight on my PHONE to see where I was going.

Cross had them blocked to the left, Jordyn was in front, and I was bringing up the rear.

I could see Jake.

And then…

I saw the ground.

My phone—and therefore my only flashlight—went flying.

I hit the ground so hard my teeth slammed together.

There I was, laid out in the woods surrounded by trees, rocks and briars, in the dark, with no glasses, trying to figure out where my phone had landed.

Cross stopped and said, “Mama, you okay?”

“Yeah. Just go grab the donkeys!”

So here I am, lying in the woods, trying to climb through briars to get to my phone, and it hits me…

Absolutely NOTHING in my life prepared me for this.

Twenty years ago, if you had told me that one day I would be chasing escaped donkeys through the woods in the dark, without my glasses, using my phone as a flashlight, after spending two days running a farm-business booth at a hot sauce festival, I would have told you that you had lost your mind.

Not me.

No way.

Yet there I was.

I regained what little composure I had left, climbed out of the briars, found my phone and took off again.

And somewhere in all of that chaos, I remembered just how much I love this crazy life.

Thank goodness our neighbors saw what was happening. They came out to help, using their cars and whatever else we needed to get everybody headed back in the right direction.

Eventually, all the donkeys were safely back in the pen.

And for the record, if anybody happens to find a pair of prescription glasses somewhere between our driveway, the road, the woods and wherever Jake and Lucy decided to tour that evening…

They’re mine.

Surely NOW we could go eat.

We walked into the house.

And I immediately heard Cross gagging.

Oh no.

The little dogs had had an accident in their crate.

And when I say they needed baths, I mean they NEEDED BATHS.

Four little dogs.

Four baths.

Then I hear Jordyn gag.

Poor Kylo had gotten sick too. She’s in heat, and it hasn’t been agreeing with her.

All of the dogs had been let out before Jim left. We really weren’t gone that long.

Apparently it was just long enough.

After washing the FOURTH dog and handing it off to Jim and Pyper, Jim looked at me and said, “I don’t think we’re going to go get supper.”

Nope.

That ship had sailed.

So I went and picked something up, came home, put the food on the island…and went straight to the shower before I even ate.

Why?

Remember that little adventure through the woods?

I break out from poison oak and poison ivy.

Because OF COURSE I do.

I finally showered, ate a little supper and went to bed.

I don’t think any of us have ever been more grateful to sleep in than we were Sunday morning.

Jordyn didn’t have to go in until later because she was working a mid shift, but we all knew what Sunday held…

Unloading all the wet stuff.

Drying everything out.

Cleaning.

Putting everything back together.

And recovering from whatever in the world Saturday was.

But here’s the crazy part.

I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

I love this farm. I love these animals. I love watching my kids build their businesses. I love that when everything goes wrong, somehow everybody jumps in and we figure it out together.

And I can’t wait until our next vendor show on the 26th.

That’s over a week away, so surely we have plenty of time to recover…

Oh wait.

We have Fall Pictures and Meet the Animals THIS WEEKEND.

Please pray for calm.

Actually, at Crosswynd Farms, maybe just pray we all make it through the weekend without me chasing another donkey through the woods.

Preferably with my glasses.

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