Farm Journal Highlights

There's something about a Mississippi summer that draws folks outside. Long afternoons grow humid and bright, with laughter drifting from shady lawns or creek b

Before sunrise in Columbia, the rhythm of morning milking grounds each day and reminds me of how far our family's roots travel through these fields. When my grandfather handed down his journal - smudged at the corners from years beside a goat pen - it struck me just how central goat milk had always been around here. It wasn't just for our own table; pitchers turned up at church suppers or set out during stormy nights when neighbors needed warming up. People called it a quiet