Groovy greetings!

🌼 I’m a flower child of the 70s who traded in tie-dye for business suits and eventually stumbled upon my true calling as a dairy farmer.

🌸 In the days of peace, love, and rock ‘n’ roll, you could find me dancing barefoot at concerts or crafting dream catchers in my dorm room. The 70s molded me into a free spirit with a penchant for harmony and a love for all things groovy.

💼 Fast forward to the corporate jungle, where I navigated the concrete wilderness as a corporate yuppie. Power suits replaced flower crowns, and boardrooms replaced campfires. It was a wild ride, but I discovered a unique set of skills and resilience along the way and always willing to break that glass ceiling.

🐄 Then, the winds of change blew me towards a greener pasture—literally. Now, I’ve found my sanctuary as a dairy farmer. Mornings, noon and night is fixing waterlines, navigating the next season, and daily learning that every planned minute will be upset with a crisis.

🌈 Life on the farm isn’t just about milking goats or gathering eggs. It’s a journey of self-discovery and purpose. I’ve embraced the earthy connection, sustainable living, and the joy of contributing to the wholesome goodness that is a glass of fresh milk.

🎶 My playlist? It’s a mix of classics from the 60s and 70s, 80s power ballads, and the soothing sounds of nature. The farm is my stage, and every day is a new opportunity to dance to the rhythm of the seasons.

🌱 As I cultivate the land and nurture my two legged and four legged companions, I’m excited about the future. There’s a certain magic in watching a seed grow into a mighty oak or witnessing the birth of a goat or the hatching of an egg. Who knew that a flower child could find such bliss in the simplicity of farm life?