Shel-Clair Farms

It happened again this week. Two strangers on the farm, just driving through as if they owned the place. I did the “southern gentlema . . .

House in the pinesWe searched for the perfect acre among a thousand. It was time to build our house, and–this being a large farm–we ha . . .

I watched as the collection plate made its way in my direction. I was a boy of six and had never missed a day in Sunday School, where . . .

And so begins my favorite week. Hay is in the barn, calving season is over, humidity is gone, and the family is coming home. There are . . .