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They called me what?!

This is our last week of summer programs – and wow – it’s been a whirlwind! We had 72 events and presentations around town!  I can’t tell you how proud and excited I am by that!
This summer we taught in all the different nooks and crannies of central Ohio.  And I learned one very important thing –  this work is so important!

Let me give you an example why:

Last week we brought all the farm animals to Parson’s Library.  A boy of about 12 walked up, pointed to the rabbit and asked “Is that a goat?”  I told him “no, that’s a rabbit.”  He turned, pointed to the turkey and asked “Is that an ostrich?”

Seriously. I’m not making that up.  And he wasn’t trying to be funny.

The librarian shared with me that many of their children never leave their neighborhood – ever.  They don’t go to the zoo.  They don’t visit the metroparks.  And they’ve certainly never been to a farm.

That is an extreme example, but certainly not the only one.

At the Livingston Library, some teens were betting each other who was right about the identity of an animal. One girl was certain she was right, but I had to tell her that our giant (and gobbling) 50lb turkey was not a rooster. A short time later a middle aged woman asked me the same thing.

At a suburban Goddard School, a child of about 8 asked me if the rabbit was going to lay an egg while we were there.

Countless adults and children have shared that they had never before seen a live turkey. Adults have told me they didn’t know that roosters don’t lay eggs – or that roosters were chickens.

These in-person touches of animals are so valuable – and so needed.

When I first started this business, I was very sensitive to people calling us a petting zoo.  Those words made me cringe because the experiences we provide are so much more than what that term has meant all my life.

Yesterday at a suburban Primrose School, the vibrant calendar in their lobby had a picture of a happy chicken with the words petting zoo under it. They meant us.

During their visits out to the animals, a girl came out who was so afraid of the big turkey that she was practically in tears.  She begged me not to take the little turkey out of her cage. But I did.  And I held and stroked that sweet turkey Bella and the little girl came over and touched her.  And then she did the same thing with each animal, begging me not to take them out, and then slowly coming over and placing her hand on them.  It was powerful.  If this was their experience of a petting zoo, then I’m glad to be it.

She experienced her fears in a safe and gentle way and then she walked through them.  It reminds me of a magnet I have on my fridge that says “Do something everyday that scares you.”  This business has been that challenge for me.  And I realize that often times I’m offering that challenge to others, whether it’s by touching an animal or introducing them to a new experience or idea.

At a Kindercare this summer I taught a group of multiple ages about beekeeping.  Afterwards, a young boy called out to his friends, “Let’s play honeybees!”  And off they ran, buzzing and ‘flying’ around the yard.  They were processing through play what they had just learned, embodying an insect that they beforehand may have feared.

Just today, a group of 20 children held worms as we prepared their classroom worm bin together. They passed them around, gathered them together in squirmy balls, and found babies and cocoons, so thrilled that those little guy/gals would be with them for 8 weeks.  Those same children may have yesterday pulled worms to pieces or ran away from them.  But today they learned about them and they loved them.

In a Wool Spinning program this week at a Goddard School, not a single child could tell me what the plant was that they were all wearing.  In a Dairy Delicacies program this morning, no one knew the difference between skim and whole milk.

Living in the city, we often forget – or never learn – that our lives depend on plants and animals and insects. We may not question what our food is or where it came from, or realize that we’re wearing a plant or an animal.

Connections are what make life meaningful for us.  It helps us to appreciate that other lives participate in our own, sometimes in unseen ways.

That connection also helps us to not be afraid – to understand why worms are slimy or bees sting or turkeys gobble.

Through connection and understanding comes appreciation – and through appreciation comes respect and protection.

Yes, this is important work – and no matter what you decide to call what I do, I’m so proud to be able to do it.

And I hope that by sharing it with you, it will help your own connections grow, inspire you to walk through your own fears, and will help you appreciate each step along the way!

With love!





I’d love to hear from you!  Comment below.


The Achiever

Oh what a great summer we’re having!  To be honest, I was quite intimidated going into it, with more programs on the schedule than I’ve ever done before.  And if you know me, you know I don’t get intimidated easily.  But this summer was looking to be a doosey and I wasn’t sure how I was going to cope with so many back to back programs while trying to keep up on all the office work, farm work, and having a daughter out of school wanting to enjoy summer vacation (and not just work for Farm to You – but I must say she’s a helluva worker!).

But I had thankfully taken a good look at the calendar early on and had made sure I had some breaks scheduled in.  Now I’m so grateful for that foresight!  Because when you’re a farmer, there is always – and I mean ALWAYS – something that is going to need done. Heck, if you’re a parent, there’s always something needing done!  Add business owner and educator in there and you can understand my fear of overwhelm.

But it has been amazing!  What could have been exhausting has been feeding me. Sure, farm animal visits are tiring – there’s a lot of physical work involved – but they also give me energy.  I love the questions and conversations, the surprised looks and the heartfelt thanks.  And I just love being up in front of a group teaching about things that are so interesting to me – like honey bees or spinning wool or how chicks are hatched from eggs.

That all relates to something I learned about myself last weekend at a retreat with some amazing natural women.  On Saturday we studied enneagrams, learning about ourselves through our personalities. Turns out I’m an “Achiever,” one quirk being that I have a hard time slowing down.  Aint that the truth!

Knowing that makes it even more important for me to step back and focus on renewal. It makes me a better parent, farmer, teacher, and entrepreneur.  And it makes me a better person.

It’s so easy to forget about oneself in the busyness of the tasks in our lives.  If you’re at all like me, you want your life to be simpler, richer and full of experiences that make you feel a sense of harmony and connection.

That’s a big goal of Bring the Farm to You – teaching people about experiences that can connect us to our lives through our food and fiber.  And since another quirk of the “Achiever” personality is that they like to perform, what a great balance for me – getting to live out my personality while sharing things I love deeply!

I wanted to share this with you because each of us has our own dreams for happiness and goals of harmony.  What is it that fills you up and gives meaning to your life?  I’d love to hear about it!  Please share your comments below…

Lilipoh Magazine, Spring 2013; Christa Hein interview

Saying Goodbye to a Friend

Saying Goodbye to a Friend
by Christa Hein 

I’m a farmer.  That reality is alive in my every day as I put on my coveralls and sludge through the mud or snow.  Even if I’d rather sleep in or work in my pajamas – I can’t.  I’m responsible for a whole bunch of feathery and fuzzy critters.  And that involves a whole lot of me.  It means I’m a farmer even when I don’t want to be.

But sometimes I don’t feel like a farmer.  Like when a turkey dies and I want to share that sad fact with the world.  But I don’t.

Because I’m a farmer.

I’m still learning about my own farmer stereotypes.  One of those is that farmers just take death as it comes.  We’re supposed to right?  I mean I started with 8 turkeys in spring and sent 5 to their untimely deaths.  (One was the casualty of our dog who has also been learning how to be a farmer this year.)

I’m raising animals for food – death is a solid fact of that equation.  I’ve manned-up and accepted certain parts of that, reflecting and honoring as I go so that the life lessons aren’t lost on me along the way.

But last weekend I stumbled into a new experience – the death of a farm animal I had made my friend.

You may have heard about Shirley in my Thanksgiving musings.  Or maybe you saw the picture of her first egg that I posted on facebook. (I was proud like a grandma!)

Shirley was one of the two turkeys we saved from the knife so that she could become a part of our permanent herd. She was the one I knew I was keeping from the time she was young. She greeted me each day and I celebrated with her when she started her first clutch of eggs.

When she died suddenly last weekend I wasn’t sure what to do. So I went to get my husband Chris.

Chris couldn’t do anything that I couldn’t. But I needed someone else to see her, to experience the sight of her laying there feet up. I needed to share this experience with someone.

Since I had just, a week before, posted a picture of her first egg on facebook, I expected myself to post about her death. I got close. I even wrote the post. But I couldn’t publish.

What would people say? Condolences on your dead turkey. It didn’t make sense. I didn’t want to put people there – in that awkward situation of wanting to acknowledge the post, but not sure what to say about a dead animal who is usually dinner.

At that moment, I realized that being a farmer is a lot more complex than I appreciated. There are things we aren’t expected to feel. And if we feel them, we risk making people uncomfortable.

I mean, I’m shedding no tears over the chicken that’s thawing in my refrigerator for tonight’s dinner. I won’t ask for condolences as I enjoy my chicken and rice.So why Shirley? Am I less of a farmer for feeling something for her?

I think not. As emotional and feeling beings, we’re meant to feel something. That’s why so many of us give thanks before a meal – to acknowledge the fact that we’re consuming life.

When we make the conscious decision to let an animal into our life – when it ceases to be dinner and starts to be family – something changes inside us. We allow ourselves to connect at a deeper level.

I had done that with Shirley. I’ve also connected with our chickens Miracle and Owl – but not most of the rest. As with friends, there are just some spirits that touch us more than others.

And so as I say goodbye to my friend Shirley, I realize that even though my response to her passing may not be stereotypical of a farmer, I’m guessing it’s pretty common.

There are so many of us – and we each react to death a different way. I’ve realized that by sharing my loss, I’m becoming the farmer that I’m meant to be.

One thing is for certain; this daily walk among life and death is making me a better human. And by pausing to acknowledge the passing lives, I become a better farmer.

And though I won’t mourn the chicken as I sit down at my table tonight, I’ll give thanks for the life it left behind to become my dinner. I can eat and love at the same time.

And a magic new year…

Sunrise on the hazy pasture

On a bitterly cold morning at the start of the new year, there was an hour that took my breath away.

Ice crystals had formed on every surface.

The sunrise was casting a glow through a thick haze, bouncing the spectrum of the rising sun through millions of delicate shining reflections.

The fences were brilliant and radiant.  I was mesmerized.

I couldn’t stop photographing them from different angles.


Ice crystals on fence wire

The changing light, fading in and out, made them all the more magical, showing different characters and moods to the crystal reflections.

It was as if the whole world were crystallized.

My intention of hurrying through chores to get back to the warm house was dissolved in the experience as I lingered for over an hour, holding my face up to the windy sun and feeling gratitude for the morning, the day, the new year.

Ice crystals on fence

All around, discoveries of the mundane made me feel alive in the newness.  While nothing physical had changed, apart from the ice, my surroundings were different this morning.

Each step of chores became a slower and more conscious action, noting the details and beauty in the things I had come to expect to see every day.

The bird nest that had been in the apple tree since spring was now framed in snow and ice.  The very branches of the tree created a spiny fortress of reverence around it.

The water pump held jagged gems on its red metal that dissolved into nothingness as my hand lifted the handle and the warmer water ran through the pipe.

Off in the distance, the sun was rising.  But the heavy haze sat low on the ground, obscuring the neighboring farmers, holding me in a veil of private reverence.

As the minutes passed and the sun rose higher, I looked around in all directions, marveling at the modest temple that was my home.  The earth itself was glowing, casting spectacular light that was penetrating deeper than my eyes.

It was touching my soul, that space where breath goes in and out in silent worship.

The promise of a new year was alive in a gift from the elements.

What other unexpected treasures would alight in my life?  What magic was waiting to be discovered in the routine of my days?

The morning stayed with me, returning in my mind as I sat in meditative silence later that afternoon in my office.  As the sun set across the field, the same awe, inspiration and gratitude wiped over me.

How easily it would be to ignore the beauty and rush through life with my head down, braced against the wind and cold.  I know because I’ve been there too often.

On this day of magic, at the start of this new year, I was reminded that no matter how cold, or lonely, or scared I feel, there are always unexpected gifts of beauty to renew me.

I have the choice to lift my face up and experience the day at my core, allowing the sun or rain or wind to reach in and fill me with the magic of nature.  Even in the windy cold tundra that is sometimes my home, beauty is always within reach.

And sometimes when we least expect it, we are caught breathless in the magic of the moment.

At the start of this new year I feel indomitable hope and excitement!  I wish the same for you!


I’d love to hear your thoughts, reflections and hopes for the new year!  Please comment below.

Let’s Talk Turkey!

Let’s Talk Turkey!Turkey poults, chicks and ducklings

OK, I’ll just jump right in.  It was the day of reckoning for the turkeys last week.

To give you a little bit of background, I’m a self-proclaimed persnickety meat eater.  I was a vegetarian for 14 years.  When I was pregnant, I started to eat wild game.  That tempted me into trying locally–grown meat from a small farm.  I want to know where my meat comes from and ideally, know the animal myself.  So this year, I became a farmer.

When we decided to raise turkeys this spring, I wondered how I’d feel about …you know… knocking them off.

‘Cause it turned out that turkeys are a whole lot cuter than I thought they’d be!   I mean, they followed us around like puppies!  If we walked out, they came gobbling and waddling, running across the yard to see what we were doing.  If we were working on something, they were surely underfoot.  They were a pecking pack of turkey-puppies.

They went with me to Bring the Farm to You events, so I had that rare experience of lifting and holding a turkey often, which becomes quite challenging – and a sport really, once they get big.  Carrying them around made very clear how fast my little buddies were growing (and how I need strength training for this job!).

Shirley got to stay home on the day of reckoning.  I knew I was keeping her.  She went to an early event with me and had her wings clipped.  After that she was my buddy and I talked to her and made sure the boys let her eat.  (That’s her in the picture, seductively walking in front of the strutting boys and being quite the tease!)

Since I was keeping Shirley, I had to find her a fine-looking mate.  We picked out her tom on the day before the day of reckoning, because he strutted so proudly and had such handsome feathers!  And they were sticking close to each other so I thought they might like each other.  (I think that’s Tom to the left of Shirley in the picture – he has almost perfect tail feathers.)

The others, 4 toms and one hen, were headed to the Thanksgiving tables of our families and neighbors.  We fed them a light last meal in the back of the pick-up truck.  Food was the way to go with these guys – they’d do anything for food.

They had become voracious eaters!  I was feeding them huge scoops both morning and night, going through almost 75 pounds of food a week.  When I came out with their scoop, they strutted and belly bumped each other out of the way, chirping and clucking, trying to get to the food first.  And after a while, they calmed and pecked and peeped.

These turkeys were not supposed to fly.  Period.  They didn’t stop flying until about a month before D-day.  They were starting to try my patience.  Sitting and pooping on the picnic table is not allowed!

And the sheer enormity of their poop!  I mean really, their poop is huge.  They’d hop over the fence and come hang out and poop on my back porch and steal cat food – and knock over things, the poor clumsy fellows.   I was starting to accept their demise with a hint of a smile.  I think it’s all a part of nature’s way of making us feel better about slicing the knife.

But poop and all, I still liked them.  Despite my talking constantly about how yummy they’d be and trying to imagine them stuffed and steaming, I still really fell for those guys.

So on the day before the day of reckoning, I fed them an extra large breakfast and the last of the fermented apples from cidering.  I hear wine and bread make a fine last meal.

And I watched them, all breathless from greedily gulping down as much as they could inhale.  I walked around and petted a couple.  And then I did what I wanted to do – think about it.

IT – that thing that we want to deny or forget when we buy a wrapped package of flesh.  These guys were going to die because I wanted to eat them.

So as I inhaled, I said thank you – for their bodies, for their curious spirits, for they joy they brought me.  And as I exhaled, I honored them, bowing for their sacrifice (conscious or not, willing or not) and gave them my well wishes on their journeys.

They were going to an Amish family for butcher.  This family would take care of them and not treat them wrongly.  I felt comfortable and grateful to have them do this deed for us.

Pulling the truck into the turkey yard, we opened the tailgate and put their bowl into the back of the pick-up.  Chris had to lift the first big boy up, but once he was up, all the others jumped in.  We closed the tail gate and watched them.  They seemed unstressed and more concerned about the food than their surroundings.

We gave them a couple minutes with the bowl and then took it out.  Fowl aren’t supposed to eat before slaughter so that they are easier to clean.  But I don’t always follow the rules exactly.  So we let them have a light last meal and put them to bed.

The next morning, Chris was up at 5:30 getting ready to take them the hour and a half drive before his then 2 hour drive to work.  I swear I have the best husband and partner ever!

When I came back from that weekend in Cleveland visiting my parents, the turkeys were all tucked neatly into the freezers, looking succulent and HUGE!

(New farmer mistake – my turkeys are obese.  Two weighed in around 25 pounds and the others around 33.  Gonna have to be a big oven to cook these babies!)

So no drama and the turkeys were in the freezer.  I patted myself on the back for being such a big girl about it.

I did what I had wanted to do – enjoy raising them, know my meat was happy and healthy, and thank and honor them for contributing to my well being.

And now I’m excited as hell to take one of the big guys down to my sister’s in South Carolina for Thanksgiving, hold up a drumstick and give thanks!  I haven’t had turkey for Thanksgiving in 21 years.  This will be a meal to remember!

Please comment below and share the ways you like to give gratitude for a meal.  I’d love to hear how you think about, acknowledge and honor your food!

A Year Changes Everything

A Year Changes Everything

by Christa Hein

Last year at this time I was a mess.

It doesn’t do me any good to rose color the past, so I’ll just call it as it was, a messy transition full of indecision, confusion and emotions.

I had been working at the Stratford Ecological Center for 15 years, doing a job I enjoyed.   But something was no longer working for me.  I had released too many of the responsibilities I loved.  And like any family of friends, the dynamics had changed.  I felt like an outsider in a place that had been my home – my heart had moved on.

I imagine that people who fall in love with someone other than their partner feel the same type of emotions I was feeling.  I was falling in love with the idea of working for myself, but reluctant to give up everything I had known – the job, the people, the partnerships, the predictability.

But when you’re in that type of messy transition, the one thing that can’t happen is for things to stand still.  And so I took the first step and talked about my feelings with those around me.  I shared my dreams and my hope to both stay and go.

In the end though, I realized I had to go.  My dreams were too big for part-time.  To really give this idea that was bubbling around inside of me the chance it deserved, I needed to jump full time into the great unknown, giving all my thoughts and my full heart to this new lover.

And so I turned in my letter, jumped for joy, and cried.

And then I began.  Serendipity brought me a web designer who I knew and admired.  We started during Christmas break, spending several weeks full of constant communication, designs, writing and revisions.

I sat for the first time in my new office, a beautiful space built atop our music room, the old milk house that had needed a new roof.  Without foresight of the business, I had suggested that instead of simply replacing the roof, that we create another room above the existing block building to be used for storage, guests and play.  As my heart started to ache for change, it became apparent that this yet unfinished room was meant to be my office.

As I sat looking out over the farm and wrote the words for the website, the business came into place.  Classes took shape and my message was formed.  Through writing, I was learning about myself and my abilities, realizing the depth I had to offer the world.

Alice, my web gal, turned me on to a designer, Becky.  With just a few instructions, Becky gave me a logo that turned my stomach into jello.  You know that feeling when you see someone or something that lights your heart on fire.  That’s how I felt.  I wanted a touch of vintage with old time farming, mixed with fun and play – yet professional and adult.  It represented what I imagined for the business beautifully!  With a few more instructions, Becky created a banner.  I was on my way, official and looking good!

As I envisioned the programs, I began to make purchases for things I’d need.  My Oma, (my German grandmother on my father’s side) had given me the gift of inheritance.  With money from the sale of the home where she gardened, canned, kept bees, made cheese, sauerkraut and donuts, I began to build Bring the Farm to You.

We bought a small barn off of craigslist, carted home at 8 mph on the back of a wagon driven by generous strangers.  We contracted a pasture fence and my husband built a new chicken house.  The old chicken house was moved to the pasture for turkeys.

We found an outdated new trailer and had windows installed.  Becky created a postcard for marketing and Alice set up an online mailing list service.

My first programs came through people who knew me – a felting class, chick hatching program, beekeeping, and Your Growing Classroom.  Each program booking pushed me to detail – supply lists, evaluations, outlines, purchases.  Week by week, the programs on my website were coming to life, boxes full of equipment taking over our old music room, kicking the instruments to the house to make room for a business.

As I strategized and learned to dream big, the potential kept growing.  Mentored by a motivating business coach, I marketed and planned.  I took classes at the Small Business Development center, networked, and met with potential clients.

My first public event, the Leave No Child Inside Collaborative, took place at a community center.  I brought along young ducks and baby chicks, along with my spinning wheel, and a table full of program supplies.  That day I earned an award while gaining my confidence that I could do this!  I was photographed for a picture that ran the next day in the Columbus Dispatch.  And I booked my first public client.  I was in business.

Once spring began, the calls were flowing steadily as I figured out my systems – reservations, my new email server, facebook updates, insurance, and all the ins and outs of running a business.  My proposal to teach four classes at Ohio Wesleyan University’s summer camp for honors middle school kids (called OWjL) was approved and unleashed the motivation to write and outfit four new week-long curriculums involving animals, cheese-making, maple sugaring, cidering, and a whole lot more.  I was traveling to teach chick hatching, organic gardening, beekeeping, and farm animal programs.  I was a whirlwind.

Within the swirl of creating the business and curriculum, I was also learning how to become a farmer.  Despite having kept bees for over a decade and raising chickens off and on, I had only helped farm as I taught people about agriculture.  Now I was getting a chance to do it day in and day out.  And I loved it!

Sable was the first furry animal to arrive.  He’s an angora boy bunny that is the softest and sweetest thing you’ve ever touched!  Turkeys joined us soon after, as did a second bunny, Fawn, picked out by my daughter as her own pet.

And then came the goats – the feeling of young motherhood appearing back in my life.  Starla and Charlotte were bottle babies.  They both lost their mothers to accidental poisonings of a herd through a mistaken feeding of yew plant.  They were 6 weeks old when they joined us and cried so much that first cool night that my daughter Sequoia and I grabbed our blankets and hats and slept in the barn with them on the hay.  We bottle fed them for over 2 months, watching them grow and become more interested in food than their bottles, but no less interested in getting rubbed by us.

Right around weaning, we brought home two Shetland lambs, skittish and jumpy.  They definitely weren’t bottle babies, but after watching the goats run to us for several days, they started to greet us too – and eventually let us sneak in a petting.

My dad built wooden cages and my husband Chris build portable panels for a pen.  We retrofitted our trailer to haul them all and we were on our way to our first Large Farm Animal Events.

We appeared in Edible Columbus magazine and I was asked to write an article for Lilipoh magazine.  I hired a summer intern to help with marketing and a virtual assistant to do bookkeeping.  I lined up a CPA and a photographer.  I started saying “we” in marketing materials because although I was a solo business owner, I was by no means doing this alone.

In July, I went to Atlanta for my second coaching event, spending 3 days with other purposeful entrepreneurs.  I came back inspired at the sheer potential alive in me and possible through this business!

We added another sheep and bunny, harvested spring meat chickens and roosters, and built a new brooder for all the chicks coming through the hatching program.

In August, my husband Chris and daughter Sequoia joined me in bringing animals to an event at Whole Foods Market.   Together, the three of us stopped most everyone, talking and encouraging them to touch chicks, rabbits and goats on their way in or out.  That day was just what I had wanted when I envisioned the business – full of lots of people, lively talking, excited children, cared-for animals, and my family.  It felt like by serving such a well-known client, that we were stepping over a threshold.

And it appears we were.  In September, we had a full-page spread in Columbus Parent Magazine.  And this week, we are appearing on Fox 28’s news show Good Day Columbus!

With 300 postcards sent out within the last month, reservations are steadily coming in.  We’re booked for farm animal events this fall and during the holidays, with schools already on the calendar for next spring.  We just began a 9-month garden program to consult on the installation and after-school education for a community garden at a low-income housing development.  It’s exciting to think about all the people we’ll meet and impact this next year!

Our trailer now acts as our billboard as we travel, graphically enhanced with our logo on a beautiful design.  The road is wide and open and I’m sure we are going great places.

A year ago at this time I was a mess.  But I followed my heart.  I took one step at a time, even though sometimes I couldn’t see the next few steps ahead.  But when you want something, there isn’t the choice of standing still.

And so I sit with my new lover, this business called Bring the Farm to You.  I envision the future and dream of what it will look like a year from now.  And I take the next small step on my journey by looking back and seeing how far I’ve come.  I step with gratitude into my new year.

Beating the Back to School Blues

Thoughtful childGoing back to school is an emotional root beer float – if you don’t pay attention, it’ll foam up too fast and make a mess all over the table!  In my house, the back-to-school emotions have been across the board (and all over the table).  One minute, my daughter Sequoia has been excited, the next, she’s scared.  A few minutes later she’s bummed, then excited again.  Clean-up, aisle five.

And I honestly can’t say I’ve fared much better (and from the many posts from parents and teachers on facebook, I can see that this isn’t exclusively a child’s issue).

So I’ve put together a strategy to beat those back-to-school blues…

1. Distract with fun!

(This one seems almost too obvious to include!) A surprise movie or a special visitor is a great distraction to the nervousness and disappointment of school starting.

Fun distraction is a teacher’s secret weapon to back-to-school jitters!  New games and special treats just seem to make the transition smoother.

But the back-to-school blues are not just a first-day phenomenon.  They tend to linger a couple of weeks until the suntan wears off and the fall coats come out.  So that takes us to #2…

2. Look forward to something.

Distracting with in-the-moment fun only lasts for so long – until the moment is over.  Have something exciting coming up in the future that you can psych you and the kids up for – like a planned sleepover, a field trip, or a special event (like our Chick Hatching program!).

This is where planning pays off!  If you’re a teacher, invite a special speaker to excite the kids about a new unit; or if you’re a parent, follow up the teacher’s topic with a weekend trip that will excite kids’ curiosity or reward them for trying something new.

3. Schedule and plan together.

Get the kids excited about what’s coming up.  Now is the time to update your calendar and talk about what’s around the bend in your lives.

Knowing what’s next helps us all mentally and emotionally prepare.  And when kids have a say in what’s being planned, they become invested (and can help with some of the work in getting it ready!)

4.  Clean out the old to make room for the new.

This one is a must for me – and for small children.  We’re always outgrowing our old selves.  If our too-small clothes (or old papers or unfinished crafts, etc.) are always hanging around, making us wish for the good-old-days, or making us feel regret over what we didn’t accomplish, it’s hard to step into our future.

This holds true for kids too!  My daughter has cried over many an outfit I left in her closet after I knew it was too small.  Take the time to regularly wean what is no longer serving you in your life.

The start of the school year is a wonderful time to do this!  Plan a Saturday to pump up the music and breathe some fresh air into your home and your life by getting rid of the unused and outgrown.

5.  Set goals and intentions. 

Intentions are imperative if we are to get to where we want to go.  I love using these with my daughter – and with myself.

Sequoia recently struggled with following through on commitments to turn off the tv after her allotted time was over.  Starting the next viewing session with a verbal intention to be responsible gave her the self-confidence to overcome the lure of the tube.

Having a goal to work towards gives us direction and allows us to see a bigger future for ourselves than just living reactively in the moment can give us.

6. Create ways of monitoring your goals and charting progress.

I’m a Virgo – I make lists.  I love seeing my progress on paper.  My daughter is the same way.  Starting with a new piano teacher, she was given a chart of the days of the week, with spaces to fill in her practice time.  It’s the visual stimuli she needed.

And it’s fun!  She loved filling in a block on her volleyball chart for each time she did her drills.  It became a motivating game!  Creating systems to help chart your family’s goals will get this new phase in everyone’s life off to a good start.

7.  Plan special breaks. 

Working all the time is no fun.  Sometimes school feels that way, especially when homework looms.  Sure, we all take breaks, but do you have enough special breaks in your life?

One of my daughter’s favorite things to do after school is to have a tea party.  It takes 15 minutes and gives her a transition of play – something special waiting for her, as well as uninterrupted time with her mom.  (And sometimes we even do homework while we sip tea out of tiny china!)

For me, a special break is lunch on my front porch instead of in front of my computer, or a walk with my family before chores.  Those tiny respites are what renew us and take away our stress.

8. Celebrate milestones. 

Each year we are different people; we change, we grow, we develop.  How many times have you let important milestones slip by unnoticed?  (I know I have!)

Celebrate the step into a new school year with a special award or play time – acknowledge the specialness of growing up.  Give yourself something meaningful for that first grey hair or the fact that you exercised 4 weeks in a row.

Celebrating ourselves and our children helps us to see the value in our life experiences.

9.  Regroup with family time.

I don’t know about you, but family time is sometimes the first thing I sacrifice when life gets busy.  I say no to bath play and dolls more than I’d like to admit.

But you know, when I stand back and realize what that 15 minutes I’m hoarding will mean – and I give in to the request – it’s amazing.  I connect with my daughter, and myself as a mother, in a way that feeds me and makes me more able to step back to my work.

Sometimes it only takes 5 minutes to fill a need and connect deeply and meaningfully.

10.  Take time for yourself. 

As parents, teachers, spouses, friends, etc., we love to give (and give and give!).  And sometimes we forget about ourselves.

When work is crazy and the house is a mess, sometimes it’s daunting to step aside and do what feels frivolous – like taking a walk back to my willow tree or doing 10 minutes of yoga.  But when I do, I’m renewed.

To be my best and give my all to those people I love, I have to nourish myself.

Kids are no exception.  They need their alone time, their indulgence in naps and loud play, no matter their age.  We each deserve to do what we love to do.  And it makes us better at being us!


What do you do to beat the back-to-school blues?  Share your stories and suggestions below.  (And have a great school year!)

The Garden Waits for No Man…or Woman

This year has been more unique than most unique years.  And not just in regards to the weather, although the early spring has played with my emotions, infusing me with a special kind of gardener’s guilt for not being in the garden before it is my usual time to be in the garden.  The uniqueness of my year stems from the fact that I am now a proud entrepreneur of an exciting business called Bring the Farm to You.  Being about farming, one would think that my business days would be spent in the garden and otherwise around the land.  But the nuances of setting up the structure of curriculum, marketing, finances, insurance, etc. have not been so giving of my time.  And sadly, the garden has been neglected.

In a usual unique year, the garden might be patiently waiting for me.  But the early spring gave a jump to the plants who have celebrated with a romp throughout my garden beds.  Some of them have taken such a liking to the space that they give one the impression they might just move in for good.  And the neighbors probably think all kinds of sad and interesting things, wondering what happened to the usually beautiful space on the top of Moody Rd. and the girl who usually tends it.  The brick walkway is lush with volunteer chamomile, an old scarecrow, missing his head, waves a tattered shirt in the wind, and strawberry plants hide deep below chickweed and thistle.  It looks like that garden at the spooky old house in my daughter’s detective books.

Well my friends, the garden waits for no man…or in my case, no woman.  To some this infusion of wildness is daunting, but to me, it only solidifies my determination!  As I look out on the ragged and rangey garden from my office perch, I know what I must do – plan!  My virgo temperament will have it no other way. 

A map, a checklist, and a schedule will surely transform my perception, altering my vision as if through rose colored glasses.  Piecing up that space into manageable sections – Sequoia’s sandbox garden, the place where the bench will sit, rows and squares and circles laid out in pretty patterns and labeled with the names of things I like to eat and love to grow – that’s what makes it feel doable, and inspires my determined labor.  I can brave my spooky old garden on Moody Rd and I can certainly find time to weed that first 5×5 area before dinner!  And that will motivate me to tame the next section and the next until my garden retreat has returned and the weeds have packed their bags for the compost pile.

With a garden plan in hand, come hell or high water, I will have tomatoes this year!  It may not be until September, as it appears that the greenhouse also waits for no man….or woman…

Growing and Going…

The chicks and ducklings are growing!  And I mean really growing.  The Cornish Cross are almost fully feathered – and are pushing around their big meaty chests at whoever dares to look at them.  The Barred Rock, still small, cute and fuzzy, are testing out their little wings and flying over each other’s heads and making the fat Crosses jealous.  The ducks are towering over them all, at least twice the Cross’ height and visibly growing between morning and night. 

In last week’s summer-like weather, I set up an outside pen for the ducks using my daughter’s old baby pen.  I filled up a plastic cement-mixing tub with water and set them inside.  They quickly pooped in the water (of course!) and then proceeded instinctually to duck under the water, preen and attempt to swim (though it was too shallow).  For hours each day I’d leave them outside, once bringing the whole flock of birds out with them – an act that seemed comforting to them, despite the crowded conditions.

Today it’s way too cold and they are all huddling under their heat lamp as our near freezing winds blow.  Their permanent house is almost done – the roof is on and we are just waiting for our special order of barn-red ridge caps and edges to seal out the weather.  The door and windows need installed and their snazzy new (thanks to another craigslist find!) nesting boxes need hung – and then they are ready to move in!

The new project this week is getting ready for my first angora rabbit.  He’s a beautiful brown male, just weaned and waiting for us to pick up.  We’ve wavered between housing options – the ideal 2-story hutch condo – or the regular old wire cage with some tweaks.  Chris is building it so we want it to be realistic and practical, but roomy and comfortable for our new guy.  And since he’ll grow to be upwards of 10 pounds – with a lot of hair on top of that – it needs to be big!  My daughter Sequoia has been comparing mini’s (Mini Rex, Mini Lop and Hotot) for her bunny companion.  Her mini will be a quaint contrast to my big boy! 

This Saturday begins the first of 3 events coming up for Bring the Farm to You and our little family of critters!  Starting small, I’ll be at the March 31st Play Date Columbus.  The chicks and ducks will be overwhelmed by love I’m sure, but it should be a gentle warm-up to the wide world of public events for them.  On April 3rd, I’ll be an exhibitor at the fairgrounds for the PTO Today Expo, meeting PTO reps from around the state.  I’m counting on our furry and feathery friends to win over the hearts of those dedicated moms and dads, making them want Bring the Farm to You and those cute critters to come to their schools!  And then on Saturday, April 21, we’ll be at Earth Day Columbus, an event at the downtown Commons that will bring through 12-20,000 people!  The chicks and ducks will become superstars for sure!  Growing and going…