I Thought My Grandparents Just Grew Vegetables—Until I Found The Ledger In The Barn
Growing up, I spent every summer at my grandparents’ farm. The kind of place where the screen door never closed right, the hens roamed free, and the only internet was whatever story Grandpa felt like telling that day. To me, it was just tomatoes, cucumbers, and sun-warmed naps. But this year, I came back for … Read more