I have a 2-year-old son named Ethan. I’d describe Ethan as a little less than tractor obsessed.

Dogs are a staple of rural living. For some rural-ites it doesn’t matter if you are headed to the range or headed to town, your cow dog is sitting guard on the flatbed pickup or in the cab of a truck.

Weather is a topic I cover all the time on this blog and one, if you are a farmer, you think about a lot, almost to the point of obsession, at least I do.

As I’ve said before in this blog, I am a huge podcast follower. Recently I was looking for a podcast for writers and stumbled into a rebroadcasted radio show just perfect for word nerds like me. It is called A Way with Words.

I am one of the administrators for my county Farm Bureau’s Facebook page. Last month, together with our women’s leadership chair, we hosted a picture contest via Facebook, and I couldn’t believe the success we had.

A friend of mine has enforced a rule in her home where every week, they practice "meatless Monday." Last Monday, she self-righteously posted on Facebook a picture of her garlic herb mushroom pasta, along with an admonishment for us all to "live a little more consciously."

Last month, I attended the American Farm Bureau Convention. One of the break-out workshops I attended was on dealing with generational issues – the majority of us in the room were millennials.

This blog was named “Farming outside Eden” for a couple different reasons. The first is a nod to the place our farm calls home. We are located a little way outside of the town of Eden, Idaho. Unlike its biblical namesake, Eden, Idaho it is not overflowing in lush greenery or spontaneous fruit trees.