Watching my children grow up in the same community where I was raised has been a blessing.
Here, on our 4-acre farm in Hurricane, Utah, the kids learned to work hard hauling hay, building fences, caring for animals, and growing and canning fruits and veggies. And they became lifelong best friends in the process.
When my husband, Collin, and I bought our land in 1990, we said we were not raising hay, fruit or cattle; we were raising kids. Collin and I turned a nice alfalfa field into a house with a barn, fruit orchard, gardens and pastures where our eight kids (Justin, Shantel, Trinity, Chelsea, Jacob, Summer, Lucas and Heather) could roam. We also welcomed a variety of cows, pigs horses, chickens, dogs and cats. It has been a…