"A New Food Standard With Old Fashioned Roots"

Dear friends, I don’t normally post personal religious convictions on here , but lately, God has been stirring something in my heart. This is a letter to all followers of Jesus. It’s a quiet conviction that’s been growing stronger every time I hear the name of God used without love in the conversation. My spirit dies a little when I see His name wrapped in conversations, politics or social media condemning posts instead of gentleness and grace. Jesus said, “They will know yo

Long before I took a test or told a soul, the animals seemed to know. It was midsummer, and I had gone out to feed my horse. I wasn’t...

Over the past two weeks, I have put more letters in the mail than I can count. Not business letters or bills, but notes of sympathy,...

Lately, it feels like every time I glance at the news, there’s another food recall. Lettuce contaminated with E. coli. Lunch meat pulled...

Sometimes the most productive thing you can do is walk away for a while. This week, I stole away to a small cottage on Keuka Lake. Not to...

I must admit, kindness is not always my first instinct. Maybe it’s the way I was raised, growing up in the 90s when “telling it like it...

This spring, the garden has been quietly blooming with more than just flowers and food. Among the elderberry, the rosemary by the garden...

Yesterday afternoon, I was driving my truck through Alfred with a cab full of kids, and the rain was coming down hard. The kind of rain...

I used to be the kind of person who grimaced at the thought of drinking milk. Not just because I didn’t like the taste, but because it...

Lessons from the Barn, the Coop, and the Pasture The morning started at the horse pen. I had barely slipped on my boots when I saw her...

Spring doesn’t arrive all at once. It tiptoes in quietly, almost shyly, asking nothing but your attention. As a mother and a farmer’s...

Two Years Since We Fired the Milk Truck: A Reflection of Gratitude and Growth Two years ago, we stood at the edge of something unknown,...

When a child is born, time seems to stand still—and yet somehow rush forward all at once. I remember the moment Kedric was placed in my...

There’s a quiet movement stirring across farms, kitchens, and conversations. It’s not loud or flashy. It doesn’t come in a shiny carton...

Life among others has a way of revealing the edges of our hearts. In the quiet of winter, when the world slows and the days stretch long,...

It has certainly been an old fashioned winter on the farm. We have been covered in snow since Christmas and it seems to be just...

February settles the farm into a quiet rhythm. The holiday rush is behind us, and the deep chill lingers. Outside, the landscape is...

As we come to the close of another year here at Sunny Cove Farm, our hearts are full of gratitude for the incredible support and...

As the holiday season approaches, there’s a special kind of joy in creating handmade gifts. Here at Sunny Cove Farm, we believe there’s...

Finding Joy in Friends, Family, and Simple Gatherings As the holiday season arrives, it’s easy to feel swept away by the hustle and...