HEY THERE! I’M CASSIE.
An old-soul, small town girl with a BIG heart for the country life.
I’m a wife to the Sometimes Farmer (seriously-there’s no such thing! He works a full-time job by day, farmer by night. And every Saturday. And Sunday. Oh, and Christmas too. What a guy.)
Mother to my Cow-girl (this girl LOVES her cows) and The Baby Boy (Finally! A boy on our farm!)
We love all things homemade and have been known to take do-it-yourself projects to an extreme. I’m in love with furry critters, thunderstorms, writing, researching (don’t laugh), and George Strait.
Oh, and by the way, I used mason jars as drinking glasses way before those bearded Duck-call guys made them popular. And I was profusely made fun of for it. True story.
Our farm is located in the heartland of America…aka Nebraska. Most known around the world for Husker Football, and waving. And nothing else.
We were two city kids (high school sweethearts I might add–they do still exist) with a BIG dream of living in the country. Why? Don’t ask, because I just don’t know. We just knew that we HAD to be in the country. Maybe because we’re introverts…?
In 2010 we purchased our 10 acre farm and our passion for all things natural started soon after with the purchase of a little Jersey milk calf, who we lovingly named June Carter Cash. We have since grown our farm to three Jersey girls & three calves (we can now officially say we have “cattle”), hogs, meat chickens, layer chickens, 2 dogs, and a Rooster named Megatron. I have since fallen desperately in love with living life in a natural, God honoring way. We try to work with nature, not against it.
You could also use the term hippie. Hippies who bathe, that is.
Here at Homegrown U. we want to inspire you, share with you and grow with you. We are not experts. But, we have failed (a lot) and have therefore, learned a lot!
You can’t rewrite your past, but you can write your future. Make it what you want it to be. Even if you aren’t milking a cow at the crack of dawn, whatever you do, do it well. Make it count.
WHY DO I LIVE HERE, SOME MAY SAY?
Where the wind always blows and dirt makes a home in every corner.
Where the cold is so bitter that I question why I would want to be a farmer.
I didn’t ever know I could sweat so much,
but that summer sun beats down on my neck, as it gets beat red and too hot to touch.
WHY DO I LIVE HERE, YOU ASK AGAIN?
Where the bugs are many, and I am only one.
Where I toil in my garden, just to have it all undone.
Day after day, I slave away.
But it’s never enough; the weeds grow high while my plants wither and fade.
WHY DO I LIVE HERE, YOU WANT TO KNOW.
Where my paycheck is spent on mineral and hay.
Where the list of things to do keeps me from ever being able to play.
I had never known work, until I moved out here.
And now, after the sun goes down, I wonder if its all just delusions of grandeur.
Read my articles, and you will find the why.
…come grow with us.