Mom bursts in the door, arms heavy with fruit. It was the sale at Duchie’s (our local Mennonite grocery), she explains between excited breaths. I start unpacking the cartons: a flush of bright-red raspberries, blueberries plump and fresh, straight from the farm. Fruit is my […]

There’s just something about being on a farm. Waking to a rooster crow, hair tousled with bits of barn hay, and it’s like you’re taken back to the idyllic days of childhood, when nothing mattered except the next swing on the barn rope and riding […]