Our Story
In 2012 while living in a musty first story apartment in Des Moines, Iowa we created a dream. Flannery narrated the landscape to Adam as he took ink to paper - a creek, an orchard, a maple tree situated by a humble farmhouse with plenty of outbuildings. It was a figment then, but they were sick of city noise and cockroaches that scampered under kitchen cupboards. We stuffed the drawing away, but didn’t forget what they had envisioned.
Fast forward and we found ourselves back in Northeast Iowa on the hunt for our forever home. Weekends were consumed with driving the countryside scouring the same roads for potential leads on land and a farm house. We actively pursued and researched a hair-brained idea of moving a home to the country, but the cost of temporarily moving power lines was too prohibitive. Everything that seemed promising was too modern, too far, too out of our budget. Until one summer day we found a place for 27 acres and a farm that seemed too good to be true.
Our drowsy country lane sees about 6 cars a day. We’ve swapped city noise for coyotes, sandhill cranes, bull frogs and the occasional bellows of distant cattle. The farm is an island, amongst a sea of sweeping corn and soybean fields, 14 acres of CRP, habitat for those creatures, some hay and the rest of the space to play and practice all of the things we’ve dreamt about for so long!