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December 26, 2013

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Welcome to the new and improved TFD Blog!

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Do you ever catch a glimpse of your own life and think, "Dang, life is good!"? On this particular day, I did. I parked my old truck that I've always wanted, out in front of our farmhouse that I'd always dreamed of remodeling, and looked back at the dog I never thought I'd get. #thankful

After a little deliberation over the name, we decided to break off and start a separate account for our family's flower farm. We'll be growing a variety of blooms on our little farm and selling/delivering out of my old Ford truck, Clementine. If you'd like to follow along, we'd love your company on this new adventure! Just click the link in my bio, and we'll see ya over there. #farmtruckflowers

Rodeo.
For some, it's the thrill of watching the broncs and bulls up close and personal, seeing the snot fly and being engulfed in a cloud of arena dust.
To others, it's a way of life that puts food on the table. An honest profession for honest men and women, a special breed, who who are tougher than nails.
For me, it's a family tradition. There is no possible way for me to sum up just what that means in this short, IG post. But here me loud and clear when I say that the rodeo culture is one of a kind. It is one that values respect, hard work, and gratitude (to name a few). So it makes me happy to know that my siblings and I are keeping that tradition alive by living out the same family traditions with our own kids.

Petunia and Poppy found their way into the chicken coop... And then proceeded to sack out under the chickens on the roost above. It was a "crappy" decision if you know what I mean.😉

When we brought our first born daughter home from the hospital, my grandparents came to visit and they brought a special gift...a peony, this peony. So this year, I cut the first bloom and took it to my daughter in her room. I explained why it was so special and told her that someday when she has a place of her own, I will divide this peony so that she can enjoy it each spring and pass it down to her own children.

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