About the Farm

George and I purchased this farm in 2006.  George was needing room to spread out and have his cows, and I was simply drawn in by the beauty of the pecan trees and the lake.

Maybe we were a little crazy.  It is a big place.  It takes a tremendous amount of work.  But we wanted to give it a go.

First there were the pecan trees, and our own little milk cow brought from our previous home.  Of course, a milk cow, being a herd animal, needed at least one friend, so we brought along Julia Gray heifer (a cow, you know) to keep her company.

We spent one summer mowing grass - and mowing grass and mowing grass.  Hmmmm, seems like a management system including animals to harvest the grass might be a good fit. Gradually in came the herd of Angus cows.  

The pecans need nitrogen fertilizer.  Clover produces a natural source, so the clover came next.  It didn't hurt that the cows loved the clover.  Following the clover, it was only logical that honeybees would be necessary to pollinate and therefore spread the clover - oh, and the honey was a big bonus to the whole system.

Pecans are a commodity crop.  This means that there is no differentiation between pecans grown sustainable and those grown using massive chemical inputs. We decided it made more sense to market our pecans ourselves.  That lead to a small permitted commercial kitchen and our line of granolas and mixes.

All those cows, doing what cows do, and fertilizing the way cows fertilize, led to the flock of laying hens, put in place to follow those cows, scratching out the cow piles (which better spread the manure) and eating the insects (which helped keep any insect problems in check) that the piles might attract.  

The last big project, the Grade-A dairy and Grade-A creamery, were products of a batch of homemade yogurt that was so far superior to anything available to purchase we just had to find a way for others to experience the taste.

The taste of those pecans, and the meat, and the eggs, and the milk and yogurt , and the honey all from creatures and plants well-tended and lovingly raised is amazing.  This is food as it is supposed to be. Try it. Taste the fruits of our labors.  It is a labor of love and respect.


Our family on another farm, in 1990

Our family on another farm we had in Arkansas in 1988, digging potatoes.