Welcome to Ruby Branch Farms

On September 12th, 2015 it finally happened. MyFarmer and I officially opened Ruby Branch Farms for business. It was the most satisfying/terrifying/glorifying/I’mgonnathrowup-ifying day of my life. We were up with the sun and had everything ready at 8:00am. Bring on the customers!

rbf sign

9:00am came and went, no customers. 9:30am, not one. MyFarmer got tired of me nervously fidgeting around almost in tears, so he sent me to town to get a McDonald’s coffee. I knew just the person to call in this distressing situation, MyMaja. But alas, she didn’t answer. Okay, choice numero dos, MySeester. Strait to voicemail. Craaaap. MyPoppa is third on the “I’m emotionally unstable and I need to talk to someone in my immediate family that is contractually obligated to love me no matter what” phone list, so I give him a call. Now, MyPoppa is great at a bunch of things. Re-building antique airplanes? Yup, he’s one of the best. Manure spreader fixer? Expert status. Trail riding buddy? My favorite. Ability to “go into surgery” to repair his daughters plastic horse after one of the neighbor kids broke it’s leg? Handled like a pro. Giving a “pick-me-up” speech to his train wreck of a daughter? Not good. I realized quickly that MyPoppa was not going to be able to talk me off of the ledge I was on, so I hung up the phone and ordered a large coffee with one creamer. A small or medium just wouldn’t do while I was in this state. As I drove back to Ruby Branch Farms I was envisioning all the terrible things that were going to happen. No customers would come, ScubaSteve would be right, (ugh, just typing that hurts my soul) we would become the laughing stock of our town, and Delilah wouldn’t love me anymore because she only loves winners.


By the time I got back to the farm I had talked myself into a completely dismal state of mind. (Did I mention McDonalds is 2.4 miles from the farm? I work fast.) But then something crazy happened. We had our first customer! Then another, then another. It was so exciting! I had this huge, goofy smile plastered on my face that you couldn’t wipe off if you tried.

After our first “rush” of customers MyFarmer and I sat down and just looked at each other and smiled. It was such a cool feeling to know that we accomplished this goal together, as farmer and farmher, husband and wife. That feeling of accomplishment TOGETHER felt better than anything I’ve ever achieved by myself. Most people thought we were crazy for just being married a year, farming together, AND starting a business together. I’m not going to lie to you and say it was peaches and cream through it all, but it has been an amazing ride and I wouldn’t want to be on that ride with anyone other than MyFarmer.

cass and jo

Fast forward 3 weeks, and things are going really well. Sales have been good and continually getting better. If you would have told me 2 years ago that I would be a mum farmer and absolutely LOVE IT I would have told you that you were crazy. But this has been such a fun new journey to take with MyFarmer, and I’m looking forward to doing it for years to come.


Until next time,

-Laney the Ranchyist mum farmer on this side of the Mississippi


Canapalooza 2015

I decided that I needed one last summer trip before “Ruby Branch Farms” season officially gets going, so last weekend I went home to the motherland. Ohio being the motherland, of course.

The weekend just happened to be my little Armadillo’s first birthday. (My niece is Armadillo – doesn’t everyone give their nieces invasive rodent nicknames? Ha!) It also coincided with my sister and BIL needing to take chickens to be processed. (p.s. Go check out Grass Powered Poultry on Facebook. Their chicken is delicious!) And it also coincided with Canapalooza 2015 at my aunt and uncles house in northern Ohio. It also coincided with my last day at my former job and the couple weeks before I started my new job. There was a lot of coinciding going on, and that was the sign I needed to head north.

I like to pack in as much excitement as I can when I head to the north country, so trips usually turn into somewhat of a whirlwind. Here’s the highlights:

I left out Thursday and went to MySeester’s house. I got there just in time to eat all of the leftover spaghetti out of their refrigerator and play with Armadillo for the afternoon.

Friday at approximately 5:30am I was awakened to a sleeping baby being plopped onto my body on the couch. MySeester and Jessopolus were headed out, Aunt Laney was reporting for babysitting duty. My first plan of action? Sleep with the baby for a couple more hours. I’m not sorry.

Armadillo and I had a very busy day cleaning, doing mind enriching activities and napping.


We ate everything in the kitchen, and finger-painted, made brownies, and then made dinner. Have you ever finger painted with a 1 year old? It’s awesome. And even more of a mess than you can even anticipate. Again, I’m not sorry. At all.

“Aunt Laney was here” ha!

My “baby sister” Juju came to see us that afternoon. It was so wonderful to see her, I miss her like crazy. She’s a senior at Wilmington College and is getting married next year. I’m not okay with that. In my mind she will always be the little 5 year old redheaded girl showing leadline on DZ’s Rockin Reba. I didn’t take a picture with her which I now terribly regret. #sadface

Since I don’t have a picture with her from this weekend we will go to an oldie but goodie.

little julie
Sweet horse show memories. That’s Juju to the right of that dweeb in the middle.

Eventually MySeester and Jessopulus made it home and we all dined on shrimp scampi. Any day that ends with shrimp scampi is a good day in my book.

She’s the cutest back seat driver I’ve ever had!

Saturday morning we loaded up the truck, I’m talking cab and bed, stuffed full of canning necessities, and headed to AuntBethie and UncleBub’s house. MyMaja met us up there. Canapalooza 2015 was officially underway. We made spaghetti sauce, salsa, and creole sauce. All of us worked together like a well oiled machine – ish. But we got it done and had some fun doing it! Any time spent with the family is time well spent!

A few pictures from Canapalooza 2015. Like a very few. I did a very bad job at taking pictures on this trip. I’ll do better next time, I promise! *crosses fingers behind back.*

The boys were on tomato juice patrol… is that Captain Kitchen I see?? 🙂
CuzAn and AuntBethie chopping their hearts out!
I brought the garlic. No vampires for me!
Hellooo delicious spaghetti sauce.
Happy Birthday, Amadillo! xo

Monday morning we departed AuntBethie and UncleBubs. When we were leaving I got the idea that I would drive over to my BFF Jojo’s for the night and surprise her with my presence. A few texts to her husband Wadeywoo and the trap was set. Jojo found me back in her barn cleaning stalls and she was definitely surprised! High 5 Wadeywoo. Then we did what we always do when we are together; go to the Mexican restaurant, drink margaritas, ride ponies, and gossip. It’s great how some things never change. We said goodbye and hugged 3 times before I ever actually got in my truck and left the next morning. She’s the best.

I bet we have taken at least 50 pictures like this sitting in Mexican restaurants. Probably more.  Not even kidding.

5 days, 3 houses, 18 hours and 1000 miles of traveling later, I was back to the ranch. All of the animals and mums were alive, as was MyFarmer. That my friend is what you call a successful trip.

I hope you all are getting in an “end of summer” trip because it’s almost fall, y’all!

Peace out cub scouts,

Chipper the Onion Chopper