08/29/2025
I was recently asked what it means to me to be a Farmer’s Daughter… and like any good farm kid, I had about 100 answers ready before the question even finished.
Is it the mud boots by the back door, the 5am coffee before the sun rises, or the fact that I learned to haul buckets bigger than me long before I learned to drive? Maybe. But the real truth? Being a Farmer’s Daughter isn't really about farming at all.
Sometimes, it means carrying the weight of a last name and the responsibility of being the only child. Sometimes, it means humbly waiting your turn, following in line, honoring tradition.
And sometimes…it means creating something new outside the farm gates — like a little coffee, flower, and gift shop on Main Street — only to discover that the businesses you built were just another way of finding your way back home.
The greatest gift my mom gave me was wings and courage to fly. The greatest gift my dad gave me was the trust that those wings would always bring me home.
And maybe that’s the secret gift every Farmer’s Daughter has: the ability to figure sh*t out, to build something from nothing, and to always, somehow, find her place.
Because being a Farmer’s Daughter is equal parts grit and grace, tradition and reinvention, coffee and calluses, roses and roots. And at the end of the day — no matter how far you fly from the nest— the soil still knows your name.
Forever — a Farmer’s Daughter.
