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Marshfield, MO

The story of Elm Farm didn’t start in 2017 when we did a Zillow search for a 20 acre property in the Southwest Missouri area. It actually started a few years earlier, back in the 1780s when a Caldwell in upstate New York got a few cows for milking.

Maybe it’s in our DNA, maybe we just like the smell of chicken manure. Either way, join us for the ride!

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Since the day I pulled into the drive at Elm, this

Since the day I pulled into the drive at Elm, this property has had a special place in my heart. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that God orchestrated a unique set of circumstances so that I could have this home for healing.

And now it’s time for a new set of unique circumstances that I know God is orchestrating for our good and His glory.

The Mitchell family will be leaving Elm at the end of November. We’ll miss it fiercely, but we see God working out a special ending to our time here. He has been so gracious these last eight years at Elm. It’s time for someone else to receive the blessing that is this beautiful property.

I don’t have a lot of details to offer, as they are all still falling into place daily. But I stand on the forever fact that His will is always, always the best version of the story.

So as we pack our belongings and say goodbye to our sweet little farm, I hope you join me over at @cherithmitchell to continue the adventure God started with the birth of our son, Teddy. A story of redemption and wholeness and taking back what the enemy stole.

<img src="https://www.elmfarm.co/wp-content/plugins/instagram-feed/img/placeholder.png" alt="Since the day I pulled into the drive at Elm, this property has had a special place in my heart. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that God orchestrated a unique set of circumstances so that I could have this home for healing. And now it’s time for a new set of unique circumstances that I know God is orchestrating for our good and His glory. The Mitchell family will be leaving Elm at the end of November. We’ll miss it fiercely, but we see God working out a special ending to our time here. He has been so gracious these last eight years at Elm. It’s time for someone else to receive the blessing that is this beautiful property. I don’t have a lot of details to offer, as they are all still falling into place daily. But I stand on the forever fact that His will is always, always the best version of the story. So as we pack our belongings and say goodbye to our sweet little farm, I hope you join me over at @cherithmitchell to continue the adventure God started with the birth of our son, Teddy. A story of redemption and wholeness and taking back what the enemy stole.">

Planting week has landed on my birthday since the

Planting week has landed on my birthday since the first year we lived here and Marshall asked me how he could make my birthday special for me. I replied that I wanted to garden, so we did. And we haven’t stopped since.

But this year, we didn’t do much planting. We harvested some flowers and enjoyed picnics and walked around viewing our different growing areas. We talked about perennials and dreamt up new gardens and slowly, gently, peacefully came to terms with the fact that we needed to press pause on the CSA for a season.

I’ve never loved doing anything as much as I love growing green things. Except being a wife and mother.

A few days after Marshall’s fall down some steps, he started walking funny. A few days later, he was forgetful and slow to answer questions. It’s been almost a month since he fell, and he’s still substituting the wrong words in his sentences, still wincing when he bends over, still pausing before walking with the baby. He’s working with an incredible doctor and I see so many wonderful things ahead for him. But right now, caring for my family has to eclipse my efforts in keeping green things alive. Perhaps someone else could do both, but that’s okay. My garden will be there waiting for me, just as it always has.

We’ll still grow the things, we just won’t do it at the pace we were expecting of ourselves before. We’ll still harvest and preserve and share our abundance. We just won’t do it with a pre-determined timeframe. We’ll still spend our summer outside amongst the green things. We’ll just do it more slowly, more gently, and with more naps.

<img src="https://www.elmfarm.co/wp-content/plugins/instagram-feed/img/placeholder.png" alt="Planting week has landed on my birthday since the first year we lived here and Marshall asked me how he could make my birthday special for me. I replied that I wanted to garden, so we did. And we haven’t stopped since. But this year, we didn’t do much planting. We harvested some flowers and enjoyed picnics and walked around viewing our different growing areas. We talked about perennials and dreamt up new gardens and slowly, gently, peacefully came to terms with the fact that we needed to press pause on the CSA for a season. I’ve never loved doing anything as much as I love growing green things. Except being a wife and mother. A few days after Marshall’s fall down some steps, he started walking funny. A few days later, he was forgetful and slow to answer questions. It’s been almost a month since he fell, and he’s still substituting the wrong words in his sentences, still wincing when he bends over, still pausing before walking with the baby. He’s working with an incredible doctor and I see so many wonderful things ahead for him. But right now, caring for my family has to eclipse my efforts in keeping green things alive. Perhaps someone else could do both, but that’s okay. My garden will be there waiting for me, just as it always has. We’ll still grow the things, we just won’t do it at the pace we were expecting of ourselves before. We’ll still harvest and preserve and share our abundance. We just won’t do it with a pre-determined timeframe. We’ll still spend our summer outside amongst the green things. We’ll just do it more slowly, more gently, and with more naps.">

The irises really showed up this spring. I don’t

The irises really showed up this spring. I don’t think I was giving them the credit they deserve before. Dividing and transplanting them allllll this year.

<img src="https://www.elmfarm.co/wp-content/plugins/instagram-feed/img/placeholder.png" alt="The irises really showed up this spring. I don’t think I was giving them the credit they deserve before. Dividing and transplanting them allllll this year.">

In trying to explain some of Marshall’s neurolog

In trying to explain some of Marshall’s neurological symptoms resulting from his fall, I told the doctor, “Marshall is basically a perfect husband.” I needed her to understand that if I’m saying something that sounds moderately normal about someone, it’s not normal for Marshall.

It took the doctor a few appointments to understand what I was saying, but I think she gets it now. “You picked a good one,” she told me yesterday.

I barely had a choice, though. Once you find perfection, it’s common sense to hold on tight.

My sister took photos while I was in labor. Lookin

My sister took photos while I was in labor. Looking at them still makes me cry. Relief. Grief. The overwhelming emotion of knowing the hard thing I fought so hard for was achieved.

It’s almost too much to look at. I still haven’t worn the cardigan I labored in. It used to be my favorite, now it hangs in the closet.

There’s a lot I don’t remember about giving birth to Turtle. But there’s a lot I remember about laboring with Baby Bear. Foremost in my memory is my mother reading the Psalms to me. Her soothing voice. The strength embodied in the words. I knew, even if I couldn’t barely think straight, that I needed Scripture.

It kept me sane as I begged my sister to stop making me try to turn the baby from his breech position. It grounded me as I struggled to maintain control during the relentless back labor. It washed over me as I relinquished control and came undone.

It pieced me back together as she handed me my first born son. The Word does not return void.

I can’t wear my favorite cardigan, but the sight of my Bible on the nightstand keeps me whole as I am remade the mother of two.

Turtle has been waiting to “be the checkout girl

Turtle has been waiting to “be the checkout girl” all winter. She arranged the stickers herself.

Janice had irises all over this place when we move

Janice had irises all over this place when we moved in, mostly in the shade. We’ve slowly rehomed them to full sun garden beds and as they’ve come into their own, I’ve gained a new appreciation for a plant that literally cannot be killed. We added several chunks to the slopes and I have a feeling these beds will soon become my new favorite growing spots on the property.

We converted the first garden we grew in back in 2

We converted the first garden we grew in back in 2018 into what @whitney_stevens_ calls a Granny Garden, with long, straight rows of happy greens over and over again. I may hate it, but it’s working for us right now in a season where weeding precision is difficult to achieve. I’ll hoe in between each row the way @ruthannzimm does, and perhaps I’ll find a new way to grow some veggies.

That time we watched the eclipse on the slopes sur

That time we watched the eclipse on the slopes surrounded by new friends and I thought maybe, juuuust maybe, this really could work.

<img src="https://www.elmfarm.co/wp-content/plugins/instagram-feed/img/placeholder.png" alt="That time we watched the eclipse on the slopes surrounded by new friends and I thought maybe, juuuust maybe, this really could work.">

Tulip season 2024 is officially over. I’ve pulle

Tulip season 2024 is officially over. I’ve pulled all that I can from my 5 tulip boxes that we planted last fall. Now we hit order on next year’s harvest and wait for the irises to bloom.

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Since the day I pulled into the drive at Elm, this

Since the day I pulled into the drive at Elm, this property has had a special place in my heart. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that God orchestrated a unique set of circumstances so that I could have this home for healing.

And now it’s time for a new set of unique circumstances that I know God is orchestrating for our good and His glory.

The Mitchell family will be leaving Elm at the end of November. We’ll miss it fiercely, but we see God working out a special ending to our time here. He has been so gracious these last eight years at Elm. It’s time for someone else to receive the blessing that is this beautiful property.

I don’t have a lot of details to offer, as they are all still falling into place daily. But I stand on the forever fact that His will is always, always the best version of the story.

So as we pack our belongings and say goodbye to our sweet little farm, I hope you join me over at @cherithmitchell to continue the adventure God started with the birth of our son, Teddy. A story of redemption and wholeness and taking back what the enemy stole.

<img src="https://www.elmfarm.co/wp-content/plugins/instagram-feed/img/placeholder.png" alt="Since the day I pulled into the drive at Elm, this property has had a special place in my heart. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that God orchestrated a unique set of circumstances so that I could have this home for healing. And now it’s time for a new set of unique circumstances that I know God is orchestrating for our good and His glory. The Mitchell family will be leaving Elm at the end of November. We’ll miss it fiercely, but we see God working out a special ending to our time here. He has been so gracious these last eight years at Elm. It’s time for someone else to receive the blessing that is this beautiful property. I don’t have a lot of details to offer, as they are all still falling into place daily. But I stand on the forever fact that His will is always, always the best version of the story. So as we pack our belongings and say goodbye to our sweet little farm, I hope you join me over at @cherithmitchell to continue the adventure God started with the birth of our son, Teddy. A story of redemption and wholeness and taking back what the enemy stole.">

Planting week has landed on my birthday since the

Planting week has landed on my birthday since the first year we lived here and Marshall asked me how he could make my birthday special for me. I replied that I wanted to garden, so we did. And we haven’t stopped since.

But this year, we didn’t do much planting. We harvested some flowers and enjoyed picnics and walked around viewing our different growing areas. We talked about perennials and dreamt up new gardens and slowly, gently, peacefully came to terms with the fact that we needed to press pause on the CSA for a season.

I’ve never loved doing anything as much as I love growing green things. Except being a wife and mother.

A few days after Marshall’s fall down some steps, he started walking funny. A few days later, he was forgetful and slow to answer questions. It’s been almost a month since he fell, and he’s still substituting the wrong words in his sentences, still wincing when he bends over, still pausing before walking with the baby. He’s working with an incredible doctor and I see so many wonderful things ahead for him. But right now, caring for my family has to eclipse my efforts in keeping green things alive. Perhaps someone else could do both, but that’s okay. My garden will be there waiting for me, just as it always has.

We’ll still grow the things, we just won’t do it at the pace we were expecting of ourselves before. We’ll still harvest and preserve and share our abundance. We just won’t do it with a pre-determined timeframe. We’ll still spend our summer outside amongst the green things. We’ll just do it more slowly, more gently, and with more naps.

<img src="https://www.elmfarm.co/wp-content/plugins/instagram-feed/img/placeholder.png" alt="Planting week has landed on my birthday since the first year we lived here and Marshall asked me how he could make my birthday special for me. I replied that I wanted to garden, so we did. And we haven’t stopped since. But this year, we didn’t do much planting. We harvested some flowers and enjoyed picnics and walked around viewing our different growing areas. We talked about perennials and dreamt up new gardens and slowly, gently, peacefully came to terms with the fact that we needed to press pause on the CSA for a season. I’ve never loved doing anything as much as I love growing green things. Except being a wife and mother. A few days after Marshall’s fall down some steps, he started walking funny. A few days later, he was forgetful and slow to answer questions. It’s been almost a month since he fell, and he’s still substituting the wrong words in his sentences, still wincing when he bends over, still pausing before walking with the baby. He’s working with an incredible doctor and I see so many wonderful things ahead for him. But right now, caring for my family has to eclipse my efforts in keeping green things alive. Perhaps someone else could do both, but that’s okay. My garden will be there waiting for me, just as it always has. We’ll still grow the things, we just won’t do it at the pace we were expecting of ourselves before. We’ll still harvest and preserve and share our abundance. We just won’t do it with a pre-determined timeframe. We’ll still spend our summer outside amongst the green things. We’ll just do it more slowly, more gently, and with more naps.">

That time we watched the eclipse on the slopes sur

That time we watched the eclipse on the slopes surrounded by new friends and I thought maybe, juuuust maybe, this really could work.

<img src="https://www.elmfarm.co/wp-content/plugins/instagram-feed/img/placeholder.png" alt="That time we watched the eclipse on the slopes surrounded by new friends and I thought maybe, juuuust maybe, this really could work.">

The irises really showed up this spring. I don’t

The irises really showed up this spring. I don’t think I was giving them the credit they deserve before. Dividing and transplanting them allllll this year.

<img src="https://www.elmfarm.co/wp-content/plugins/instagram-feed/img/placeholder.png" alt="The irises really showed up this spring. I don’t think I was giving them the credit they deserve before. Dividing and transplanting them allllll this year.">

Our first tulip harvest of 2024 in mid-March, 15 d

Our first tulip harvest of 2024 in mid-March, 15 days earlier than last year.

Those meat birds sure grow up QUICK. Marshall buil

Those meat birds sure grow up QUICK. Marshall built two new chicken tractors and they’re preferred over the a-frame we built last time. The wind doesn’t move them, angry roosters won’t be able to peck his feet, and replacing feed and water is quick and easy.

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