What? November? Okay… let’s roll with this. First stop: putting away your Halloween stuff. This has been a toughie. I NEVER put out Halloween stuff. But one of our girls got this CUTE glass ghost from the Dollar Store and put candy in it. Folks, with or without a sweet in it, it’s cuter than a bug’s ear. I wish it could stay up forever. But alas, get out that horn of plenty, and pilgrim garb. It’ll be Turkey Day before we know it! Fine…put the ghost somewhere where she won’t break.

In all fairness, I’ve never decorated for anything but Christmas because you kind of need to, right? Spooky stuff, turkeys and fall stuff, the Easter things, to me that’s all fluff. (I know, don’t hate me…) I like to keep it a bit minimal, and I always find something better to spend my money on than décor.

A side note: I wish it were Easter, we’ve got 300 hens laying eggs and I’m asking, ‘why am I looking for full-time work?’ I could just pick, clean, and carton eggs. With that said, when you’re in Canby, please go buy our eggs at Independent. When in Brookings, go to Gilkersons and grab our eggs there. If you’re doing a lot of baking and need a lot, let me know directly. I can hook you up. Yes, that’s quite the side hustle we’ve got going on.

Second stop: deer hunting. We’ve had more fun this weekend having our oldest stay the weekend, hunting and hanging out. But I tell you, with two steers in the locker ready to be picked up, and three deer for us, this house will not be eating much without red meat in it. Boys, you did it to yourselves. It’s ok, I can’t wait to make my first batch of venison stew…that’s my favorite. Ron makes dried venison sandwich meat that he likes, and my kids love jerky. Maybe we can incorporate it into an egg dish? LOL!

Lastly, we are deep in the heart of craft show season. You’ve got makers of all things, and they are hoping you buy locally. I sure hope you do. If you know of a good craft show, let me know….I always like to either go to shop or to vend at, or really, both. What’s your favorite thing at shows? Well, I love homemade candy and sugared nuts. But I love buying embroidered dish towels to give to my kids who live on their own. This year though, I am going to purchase a wreath for the front door.
Hey, I did say that I like Christmas décor.
Until next time,

Fairchild “maybe I diy a wreath out of deer antler and chicken feathers?” Farmgirl


Suzanne Fairchild is a freelance writer who lives on a farm in southwest Minnesota with her husband and children. She can be reached at rmf@itctel.com. 

Omgosh! This warm weather had me thinking that winter was waaaayyyyy off. But as of today, it’s 74 days until Christmas. Wowza!

Speaking of the warm weather though, my garden is nowhere near ready to shut down. Remember me telling you about how Ron and I thought it was a great idea to garden BIG this summer? Well that was sure a fun idea, but as we are picking 20 pounds of cherry tomatoes every three days and we only have two more market days until the end of the farmers market season, I’m telling you…I dream about a hard frost. But dreaming is all I get, because when I wake up and look at the thermometer each morning, it hasn’t gone below 50 degrees. On the bright side, I made a fantastic marinara sauce out of three pounds of them, so if all else fails, we’ll have a lot of that this winter.

In other October news, I catch myself reflecting back on when our kids were young and bringing them trick-or-treating for Halloween. There are some things that never got old, and that was one of them. Now, not only do I miss that, but I miss handing out candy also. No one comes out to the farm. So, I think I’m going to do something new this year:  go somewhere to a trunk or treat and hand out candy. When I used to live in town and get so many trick or treaters, I was in absolute Heaven. I loved seeing all the costumes, hearing the squeals of littles as they pick treats out of the candy bowl, and I used to love getting the teens too, just out there collecting candy and staying out of trouble.

Speaking of Halloween, who used to make all their kids’ costumes? Me too. I’d always have this grand scheme of something so cool, but half the time they wanted to go to Walmart and buy some junky costume for $40, that would rip as you put it on. I’d rarely allow it, because it was such a waste of money. Do you remember what your coolest costume you made was? Well, I remember one of my kids dressing as a box of movie popcorn. That was cute! I made angel costumes, monster costumes, when I was pregnant and tired, they’d be a farmer, a rodeo cowboy or they’d dress like their carpenter dad (that was my favorite). Then we’d load up in the Yukon, (sweating to beat the band all the way to town because you’d always want them to be warm while walking so you’d put jackets or sweatshirts under their costumes) and walk until we wanted to drop.

Rachel’s birthday is on Halloween, so that was always fun. She’d tell everyone that it was her birthday and people would always give her more candy.  It used to make the other kids jealous (giggle).

Well you all have a great rest of the month.  Revel in the magic of Halloween. Give a smile or wink to the kids that say thank you. If it’s their birthday, load’em up. Or if that costume is homemade and mom or dad are walking with the kids, throw a Snickers their way.

Until next time,
Fairchild “I’m more of a giant lemonhead gal myself” Farmgirl


Suzanne Fairchild is a freelance writer who lives on a farm in southwest Minnesota with her husband and children. She can be reached at rmf@itctel.com. 

Have we had a good summer? This is the first summer that I can remember that I felt satisfied with its length. It always felt too short. This summer was literally perfect…can we go back and you know, try it again? Kidding, but what a great summer I had. Let me tell you my highlight from the last few weeks of August, before I go into September.

My daughter Rachel took me on a trip to Michigan, the Upper Peninsula. Oh my gosh, if you’ve never been there, please, PLEASE do yourself a favor and go! We stayed in St. Ignace, and we spent some time in Mackinaw City, and then…we went and spent the day on Mackinac Island. So happy we went there on a Wednesday, and next time I go, I’ll be spending a few days on the island. To say it was beautiful is a complete understatement. No cars are allowed, time is slow, and the flowers and landscaping is a degree that I’ll never know again in my life. We had a picnic, took a private carriage ride (that’s a must), walked around, peeking in shops, ate ice cream, and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.

The neatest thing was when our daughter saw a Michigan State Trooper, and she asked if she could go up and see the ambulance (she’s an EMT while she’s in college to be a paramedic). He walked us right up to their small trauma bay, and the EMT’s on staff showed us everything. They even pulled their ambulance out of the bay to let her go up inside it. So fun! Watching her listen intently as they told her about their EMT job on the island, how sometimes the Coast Guard will fly patients out, and you have to go with them, and asking her if she’d like to fill out an application to work there next summer.

It was magical.
Then we got home and Ron and I took Levi and the three younger ones on a weekend trip to Yankton before he flew the nest for school. That was really fun too. We got to show the kids the bridge; we took some of Maggie’s senior pictures overlooking the Missouri River. We also got to visit Riverboat Days, and the Lewis and Clark Museum is so neat.
Then our middle son started college in Pipestone! Levi likes it and is in the Carpentry program. So if you ever see a black pickup with a cattle guard on the front, give him a little wave. If you talk to him, tell him his momma misses him, and a man cannot live on junk food alone; buy some produce at Coborn’s. He hears it so much from me, but maybe coming from a nice little grandma, he’d listen.

 What’s up for September, you ask? Well, football - I have one more boy playing, and I have to say, I love it so much! I’m going to miss watching Levi play. But I’ll relish watching Tedd. We’re pulling produce out of our 9,000 square foot garden like mad for three farmers markets, and we’ve got another 1200 square foot produce garden that is really producing too. The worms ate our broccoli like crazy, and it’s no good to us. The chickens will have green eggs after eating as much broccoli as we planted. Cherry tomatoes, cucumbers, and beans are crazy good right now, and I’m starting to bring in a gallon pail of cherry tomatoes almost each night. Oh and our market flowers are going just as crazy.

Ron starts back on second shift right after Labor Day at the school. He misses those kids and games. I decided that while I go back to school, I’m just going to substitute teach for Deuel.

So that’s it in a nutshell. Keep on keeping on and enjoy September!

Until next time,
Fairchild “oh, and have some bonfires too” Farmgirl

Suzanne Fairchild is a freelance writer who lives on a farm in southwest Minnesota with her husband and children. She can be reached at rmf@itctel.com. 

Wow, what just flew past us? Was it July? I thought so! I was driving our nephew to Hutchinson this morning to meet his mom after a week’s stay at the farm and noticed that the corn is starting to turn yellow at the bottom. What in the world?

When I got done with school for the year in mid-May, I thought, wow, this summer is going to go so slow. All the way to mid-June, I thought that, then I wised up. What I wouldn’t give to have this lazy summer right back at the beginning! Remember how absolutely perfect June was weather-wise? For right now, we finished doing some school shopping and buying football gear for Tedd, and now we’re desperately trying to find a little vacation spot before Levi heads to college.

Ron is back to working full throttle at school and at home since his rotator cuff surgery, and right now, our focus is the gardens. I’ve wanted to switch our gardens to no-till for a while and yesterday talked more seriously about it. Between ChatGPT, the long road trip we were on, and me using my best sales pitch, I think we finally got Ron on board. Next year, I’d love to try high-intensity planting, be more intentional about succession planting, and make better use of cover crops, mulch, and more. If our plots are working that hard, we could more than quadruple our food production for ourselves and the markets where we sell. I’d also love to have a roadside stand like that farm family near Clarkfield. Tedd is on board with the flowers, because he approves of anything that helps cut down on weeding and watering.

In hopes of getting full-time work in supply chain (shipping/receiving, demand forecasting, or inventory) I’ve been taking classes and working towards a certificate. Let me tell you, college courses as an older mom like me is not for the weak. But I keep looking at the end goal and think, ‘yep, I got this.’ This brings me back to our market garden; one of my big class projects was how it can be made more profitable. It’s been hard work but mind-blowing at the same time. I can tell you I’ve done my fair share of cussing my test scores out or my computer (because it’s never operator error, correct?). I’ve learned so much!

So, what’s up for the rest of August for the Fairchilds? Getting ready for some more Autumn Felting classes at libraries, gardening like crazy, farmers markets, planting, harvesting, burger feeds, enjoying life before that S word (school) rears its head, Friday night lights, and so many other things to be thankful for. Here’s to loving your life as much as I love mine.  At times it’s not pretty, it gets stressful, and rarely do the paychecks stretch far enough, but gosh. Look at all you have. I’ve been looking around here and thinking about what we’ve got, most of all, each other and it’s pretty great.
Until next time,
Fairchild Farmgirl

Suzanne Fairchild is a freelance writer who lives on a farm in southwest Minnesota with her husband and children. She can be reached at rmf@itctel.com. 

Did someone ask for more heat? Can we talk about that? Just kidding, but really, this heat and humidity…whoa. Where did that month of June go with all that simply gorgeous weather, comfortable during the day, sweatshirts at night?  I have to say, I miss it.

But then again, our produce and flowers are enjoying this hot, sticky weather. I haven’t picked so many green beans in my life as I did last week. I know that’s a little bit of a stretch, but still. The garden has been loving this jungle weather we’ve been having. So have the weeds. We had our first sale of green beans and peas, and we bought a weed burner. I’m in love!

Are you doing anything fun this summer? With me teaching wool painting this summer/fall for libraries, and Ron working in town, as well as we’re up to three farmers markets and the gardens have taken over our lives, we’ve got nothing big planned for a trip or anything. I know, quite boring. But, something magical happened last weekend when one of our older daughters asked if they could camp at our 40 acres on the other side of the section. Of course I said yes, and we had such a great time. So don’t stress out about going on a big trip when actually you can have fun in your own backyard. Or in our case…the hayfield about a mile away.

In other news, I’ve decided to go back to school. I know, what does a 52-year-old like me think she’s doing? Well, right now all I’m doing is getting a certificate in Supply Chain. I figured I’d do that before I spent any money on a degree. I’m also learning Spanish. I actually have been really loving both classes. In the Supply Chain classes, I had to design the layout of a warehouse. This week I have to come up with a product to sell to 10 mayors in 10 different cities and then I have to plan a warehouse within 1,000 miles of each. It’s been pretty awesome. 

As weird as it sounds, logistics has always fascinated me. Shipping out my soaps and wool items, looking where they go and then if they have to be shipped a certain way, etc. It’s so cool. What sealed the deal was when I had to send some of my needle felting kits to Canada, and I had to find the tariffs to ship them under. I knew that my encore career was going to be something in logistics!
Am I going to quit making soaps and stuff? Not for the foreseeable future. My soap business and selling wool have enabled me to stay at home with my kids, so I didn’t miss out on anything and was right there. But now that our youngest is going into the 8th grade, I want something that I WANT to do for a career. Not something that I have to do. So there you go. It’s a 3-6 month course, and hopefully I can find a company that will hire this momma that loves to work, problem solve, and is not afraid to learn new things. Wish me luck!

Until next time,
Fairchild “get out and pick those beans” Farmgirl



Suzanne Fairchild is a freelance writer who lives on a farm in southwest Minnesota with her husband and children. She can be reached at rmf@itctel.com.

In this article, we’re talking cats. Oh yes. Here at the ole ranchero, we appreciate a good farm cat. I know some people are against keeping cats outside, but most of our cats prefer being outside rather than inside the house.

Especially Agent Kitty. We used to call her our high-performance ranch cat. We’d give her kitties away when we didn’t keep them here on the farm, and people loved them. They were good mousers and ratters just like their momma. She could hide under the feed bunk and still catch a starling on the rail, and they wouldn’t know what happened to them.  She lived to be about 16 when she was run over accidentally.  I was so broken-hearted. But she was NOT an indoor cat. One time, the kids were in elementary school and were getting ready for the bus when Levi exclaimed, “Mom! A rat just ran in the laundry room from the mudroom!” You can bet Agent Kitty came in. I fear rodents like no one else. But she spent more time trying to get back outside rather than trying to kill that MOUSE. She hung on the screen door for dear life, and after I let her back outside, she wouldn’t come to me for a whole day.
Then Rosie. We loved her, until we didn’t. She brought her kittens to learn how to hunt in our baby chick pen. Overnight her and the kittens killed 90 baby chicks and didn’t do anything with them but let them lie, which added more fuel to Ron’s fire. That little family was evicted and went to another farm that didn’t have chickens.

We had Tater, who we loved bringing into the house, and he would curl up in a box we put blankets in. The dogs trained him, and when he had to go to the bathroom, outside he went. It was so funny. After six years, he moved on. Personally, I think he went to the neighbors. He liked to roam, even though we fixed him. We haven’t seen him since.

Now, there’s a run of black cats here. The mother is about 7 years old, and her name is Momma Ken, a direct descendant of Agent Kitty (my kids name the cats…I get no say in this). Well, for the last week, she’s been in heat. She howls this mournful howl, 24/7. For the past week, she’s been howling by our bedroom all night long. As a rule, we don’t keep boy cats, or if we do, we get them fixed. So, there was nothing for her here…until her mournful meows reached two of the oddest pair of boyfriends early last night. Ron was sitting in the recliner and said, “Well, we got some new cats.” All I could think of was how we might get a good night’s sleep for the first time in days. I looked at them and giggled. There sat a large tuxedo and right next to him, a small tabby cat, that was literally half his size. I don’t know if the big one was trying to show the little one the ropes or if he just had him there for moral support. But as Momma Ken was howling and writhing in the grass, not five feet from them, they looked at each other, got up, and walked away. Like, “nope.”

Is there a moral to this story? Again, nope. Just funny catty things happening at the Fairchilds, wanting some mousers in fall, not sure if we’ll get any, because of our weirdo female feline.
Until next time,

Fairchild “Momma Ken, that’s not a good look” Farmgirl


Suzanne Fairchild is a freelance writer who lives on a farm in southwest Minnesota with her husband and children. She can be reached at rmf@itctel.com.