Where our attention rests.

Good morning Reader, Last night, somewhere between chores and dinner, my husband Benj said something that made us both laugh—and then pause. “I guess my full-time job at the college is now more of a hobby… considering the farm needs to make more in land payments than I earn in a year.” He said it with a smile, not fear. Farming has a way of clarifying things. What once felt like a dream starts asking grown-up questions. Can this land carry itself? Can we steward it well? Can we build...