I grew up on a seven acre farm on the outskirts of Newberg, OR. In many ways I was the worst farm girl ever, because I never wanted any of the animals to die, was not a big meat eater, and would have happily replaced all the cow pasture with fields of wildflowers. I did, however, absolutely love it.
I loved our jersey milk cow named Nellie. I loved that stoneware jug of fresh milk in the fridge. My brother and I named every single fruit tree on the property. Jacob’s Ladder was the best for climbing, and sitting on my favorite branch I could look out across the nursery fields which were always striped with different colors.
Truth be told, I’m not a true out-in-the-boonies farm girl because I prefer having people live closer to me. I’m most certainly not a city girl, because well — that’s just so many people I can’t possibly make a personal connection with ALL of them. At heart, I’m a town girl. That doesn’t mean that I don’t miss fresh milk, homegrown fruits and veggies, and climbing trees.
Today my husband and I had the opportunity to visit Charlotte with Full of Life Farm‘s Champoeg Creamery, meet her two jersey cows, and sample her delicious homemade cheese and butter. Let me tell you, it was bliss. . .we are so excited to be new supporters of their amazing hard work. . .

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