02/08/2026
If you’ve been around the place lately, you know this winter has been abnormally warm… which sounds nice until you realize warm winter equals mud. Not just mud—the kind of mud that has opinions.
Our driveway right now isn’t a driveway.
It’s more of a slow-motion trap.
You pull in fine.
You pull out… and the ground starts negotiating.
That slick, suction-cup, tire-eating, axle-kissing mud just grabs the truck like it’s hungry. Before you know it, the tires are golfing through it—thwack, thwack—flinging brown artwork up the doors, the mirrors, the windows… everywhere except where you need it clean.
By the time you escape, the truck isn’t dirty.
It’s wearing the ranch.
And that means washing. Constantly.
Wash it, drive it once, looks like you lost a bet again.
Not exactly relaxing.
But here’s the funny part—despite the mud, despite the mess, it’s actually a good season. We’re at a point right now where daily care is pigs, chickens, and sheep. No chaos. No overload. Just chores you can handle, animals you know, rhythms that make sense.
It’s manageable. And that’s a gift.
Today’s Super Bowl, and growing up in the Northwest, the Seahawks were definitely our team. Now, if you know me, you know I don’t care one bit about professional sports.
What I do care about is community.
There’s something incredible about watching the preparation, the planning, the shift in attitude when people rally around something together. Food gets prepped. Friends show up. Schedules pause. People slow down just enough to sit in the same room.
That part? I love that.
And speaking of food—if you’re heading into Coeur d’Alene for our Sunday meet-up, we’ll have our final two tubes of ground beef on hand today. Perfect for Super Bowl nachos, burgers, or just easy meal prep so you don’t have to grocery shop heading into the week.
Mud on the boots.
Mud on the truck.
Good food ready to go.
Community showing up.
That’s a pretty solid Sunday.
We truly are blessed to be living out here, with such incredible people. Triple five farm