Porch view this morning.
June in North Dakota.

My blood is boiling. I’m deeply ashamed of how our leadership treated Ukraine’s president today. This isn’t the America I believe in. I hope Ukraine and the world know he doesn’t speak for all of us.

Slava Ukraini!
Glory to Ukraine!
💛🌻💙

As fourth-generation farmers who did not vote for Trump, we absolutely hate being lumped in with the ‘farmers for Trump’ crowd because we are not. It’s ironic to see so many who backed him now upset about the USDA cuts. Elections have real-world impacts—maybe this will be a wake-up call for some.

The morning light breaks through the frost, reminding us that each day holds the promise of renewal. It’s a season of solitude, and just as the earth takes this time to renew itself, we’re reminded to do the same—to rest, reflect, and gather strength for the seasons ahead.