A birthday surprise for the farmer

by Amanda Wells // January 13, 2020 // 1 Comment

My husband is the kind of guy who is hard to buy for because most of the time, if there’s something he wants or needs, he just goes and gets it. Doesn’t wait around or add it to his wish... Continue reading →

Hope for the rocky marriage

by Amanda Wells // January 10, 2020 // No Comments

I saw it happen. It’s one of those things you can see in other people and it seems as if it’s in slow motion, a train wreck you can’t stop. I watched them argue and fight, not even bothering to... Continue reading →

Southern Apple Cake for a crowd

by Amanda Wells // November 5, 2019 // No Comments

Every year, we look forward to fall and the fresh apples from Blue Ridge orchards in north Georgia where my family lives. This year was no different and while we couldn’t travel, my sweet dad delivered hundreds of pounds of... Continue reading →

What homeschooling on the farm looks like for us

by Amanda Wells // August 7, 2019 // 1 Comment

When does school start for you? This is probably one of the questions I’m asked most as a homeschooling mom. It used to bother me, especially when followed with a statement like, “Oh, well we’ve already started,” and it’s... Continue reading →

Dads, it’s not up to farmers to teach your sons hard work

by Amanda Wells // August 5, 2019 // No Comments

“I need my boys to come work on your farm and learn how to a real man’s job–working with their hands.” It was another man wanting to send his sons to learn from my husband some good old fashioned... Continue reading →

Mama’s got a potty mouth

by Amanda Wells // July 11, 2019 // No Comments

I’m a big proponent of modeling the kind of person you want your kids to be. Loving. Kind. Honest. Faithful. Honoring God in all things, including our words. You know, that kind of person. Too bad I didn’t do that.... Continue reading →

The Morning After: Anxiety

by Amanda Wells // July 10, 2019 // No Comments

It happened again last night. It always comes at night when it’s darkest and quietest and the shadows fall across my sleep-deprived face. That’s the enemy’s favorite time of day. Darkest night. As if it can be hidden as... Continue reading →

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