Before kids, when all things in life could be ordered according to my schedule, I had a career developing in Information Technology in the Seattle, Washington area. I believed that one day, when I married and hopefully had children I would take my 6-8 weeks maternity leave and return to the office like most other women I knew.
Then I fell in love with Peter, who lived far, far away and he wasn’t moving to the city! Seven years later we married and my next adventure was to be in the country. Operators Manual Not Available. As love would have it, I quit my job, moved to the dairy my husband Peter was rebuilding 100 miles north in Lynden, Washington and began anew, really new, as a farmer.
I learned to “wake on demand” when the cows were out or the babies were crying. I learned to milk cows, mow lawn (city apartments don’t have those) and pull calves. I learned to love crabby babies and even crabbier husbands. I worked to make my new life as fulfilling and interesting as the one I left. The change was every bit as drastic as it felt.
I was born and raised in a pretty big Catholic family in Seattle. Moving to a farm wasn’t ever something I pondered – what is a heifer anyway?! But here I am, and very grateful for the privilege of raising our children in this environment and being a part of this agricultural community.
We love our Dairy farm and the lifestyle it brings our family and our community. Who wouldn’t love never being able to count on the weather, your daily plans, your income or your future! That often sums up full-time farming: Since 1988 for me and 1970 for my husband Peter, we have farmed here in this place..
After completing a rigorous 3,000 hour Canadian Massage Therapy (RMT) program in New West Minster BC, in 2009 we built my Massage Therapy Studio building on the north edge of our 110-acre dairy. A pristine setting for massage therapy and perfect for its short commute (about 100’). This allows me to continue supporting our family dairy farm. Mostly, in the capacity of endless paperwork. Sometimes, with feeding a few calves and sorting a few cows. Inevitably, with chasing a few cows – off my lawn.