There’s a moment when you realize you’ve just been busted.

For years I have been happily sharing stories about my family, farming, and faith while proudly offering folks wholesome, tasty beef.

My “busted” moment came when I looked around and realized how many of the companies I appreciated and respected were embracing this new woke agenda… and I was not.

I’m not sure if it’s confidence or just being stubborn but as for me and my house, we will not be going woke!

Conversely, I will sleep like a baby and trust that God will provide for us more customers than a liberal agenda.

Thank you kindly,

Glade Smith
http://www.familyfarmbeefbox.com

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Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love my work in the cattle business. The relationships, the challenges, the long hours… all of it.

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What this photo doesn’t capture is how fast my little girls legs are pedaling as she tries desperately to catch up with her bike riding siblings in the distance!

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We have three rules on our farm that I pray with my children every day.

To obey, be kind, and be happy.

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Ahhh Spring... the time of year when the weather warms, landscape greens, and many babies are born!

Mama has really been developing a growing love for her chickens and this year we have both chicks we hatched and store bought babies in by our washing machine.

Which is naturally why my utility room smells a bit like a barn right now!

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Of course there will always be a debate over quality vs price and the expression “you get what you pay for” is known to all. Naturally this ideology applies to hand tools as well. 

This last weekend all the girls in the family went to see some friends leaving the boy and I to do a few chores and have enough time to go to town and visit our new local hardware store. 

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I was pleased to be able to take a tour of the Colorado State University, Beef Research Ranch this week and saw some of the fruit of 50 years with of work!

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The utility room. Farmwives everywhere know what I’m talking about. It’s a phenomena that transcends location and is universal to farm utility rooms everywhere. I grew up 1000 miles away from Nebraska on a hog and grain farm and the situation was the same. Muddy, dirty floor regardless of how many times you swept it. Coat racks burgeoning with smelly coveralls and toboggans (or stocking hats as they call them here).

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