julia rothman’s farm book + giveaway

by Amy Azzarito

I’ve been impatiently waiting for this book ever since I heard that Julia Rothman was going to be working with Storey Publishing. (We did a sneak peek with Storey’s creative director, Alethea Morrison, just last year.) I have more than a few Storey books, and I love any sort of illustrated chart — particularly when animals are involved — so Farm Anatomy fits perfectly into my growing collection of books that will come in handy when I give up city life for green acres. (Or more realistically, when I’m sitting in my city apartment needing a quick armchair-style escape.) Julia grew up in New York City, but her husband grew up on a farm in Iowa, and she created this book in an effort to learn more about his roots. She created 224 paintings for this book, and today she’s giving us a little peek into the process. Julia is also giving away two signed copies of Farm Anatomy. Just leave a comment with your favorite farm memory for a chance to win! — Amy A.

*UPDATE: The Farm Book winners have been notified via email. Thank you to everyone who entered!

Image above: This book took almost a year to create between gathering content, making the drawings, handwriting the titles and text, painting the drawings and arranging the layouts. Today, I wanted to share what some of that process was like for creating the finished layouts you see in Farm Anatomy. — Julia Rothman

Image above: While the artwork looks like each illustration is a complete painting, in actuality, it is made up of many pieces. A book goes through many rounds of editing, so it didn’t make sense to make final paintings until everything was reviewed. Instead, I made the layouts through a series of steps. This way, anything could be easily revised. I started the artwork in ink, doing just the lines of the drawings in large sketchbooks. All of the titles and a lot of the text were written out by hand, so that had to be drawn, as well.

Image above: Once the black and white layouts were approved, then came the fun part. I printed out each page at only 10% ink level on thick paper. The 10% ink was enough to see the drawings but not enough to interfere with the painting once I scanned it back in. (If you look really close at these images below, you can probably see the very light black lines.) It became a coloring book exercise where all of the line drawings got painted in. I used gouache paint because I like how matte and flat it looks.

Image above: The stack of paintings had to be scanned in. It was a lot of painting and scanning, but luckily, I was assisted by the talented Leah Goren. Once the paintings were scanned into my computer, I used Photoshop to arrange the painted parts underneath the black line layouts. Each piece was on a different layer. This way, I was able to tweak the colors and make sure to correct any painting smudges.

Image above: The finished digital files were then ftp-ed to Storey, and a few months later, we saw the first copy. It is like magic! It was a lot of work, but it all felt totally worthwhile once I held the finished copy in my hands! Thanks so much for checking it out!

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  • this is so lovely! I remember visiting a local farm as a pre-schooler, and being the only one too prissy to try milking a cow.

  • ah! it’s gorgeous! my memory would be the mesmerizing fields of grains as we drove through the country.

  • What a beautiful book. As a child I lived for a couple years on the farm. My most vivid memory of that time was when my favorite barn cat climbed up a light post and then was too afraid to climb down. He was there for 3 days and nights! Playing with our pet rabbits, eating rhubarb right out of the garden, and filling jam jars with live grasshoppers and caterpillars…all wonderful memories!

  • This looks super cool. I’m also a fan of illustrated charts, but haven’t ever seen a book quite like this. My favorite farm memory…hard to pick one, maybe collecting snails (which later smelled terrible) out of the drainage ditch with my brother and sister at “the farm”.

  • This book is adorable! My favorite memory of farm life was going to spend a week with my grandparents in the summers; playing with the kittens, feeding the chickens and catching tadpoles in the creek.

  • I lived on a dairy farm until I was 3. I have a memory of standing in the milking parlor with the light streaming in the window though a cow’s fur. Not my earliest memory, but pretty close.

  • My fur baby, Benjamin Tatertot, came from a farm in Bald Knob, Arkansas. I still love to picture him running around the farm as a little pug-puppy.

  • I can relate to Julia! I’m from a suburb of NYC and married a man from Iowa! His family owns a farm, and my favorite memory is my first time visiting the farm. His little brothers showed me around the farm and taught me all the chores they do. Such hard workers!

  • My first farm experiance was a trip to my college friends family farm. I stepped out of the car to a family (pack?) of sheep. I got to feed them and later, take them on a walk. I was 22 at the time and the memory of those sweet little sheep still makes me smile. I’m hoping for a section on them in your beautiful book!

  • Although I don’t really “remember” this memory happening, my family caught it on home video and they love to watch it and get a good laugh. When I was about three, my family took a trip to a petting farm near our home town. I went to see the turkey and stuck my finger in his pin. He/She didn’t like me getting into it’s personal space and bit my finger. I made a face and started crying. My family likes to play the video in slow motion and laugh every time!

  • My husband grew up surrounded by farm land, and his grandmother still lives on the family farm. I love going there and feeding the cows cobs of corn or strolling through the expansive vegetable garden.

    The book is absolutely gorgeous, what wonderful illustrations.

  • Favorite Farm Memory: Watching a baby calf take it’s first steps just after it was born. AMAZING moment to witness!

  • I grew up on a farm and I have too many favourite memories to even begin to choose. I think the best part about it was that even though my parents worked super hard and long hours, my brother and sister and I were able to spend so much time with them, whether just riding along on the tractor or helping out in the dairy barn or out in the pasture building fences. I wouldn’t change how I grew up for anything.

  • I grew up on a farm and my favorite memories (I couldn’t pick just one!) was picking and eating wild strawberries, bottle feeding newborn baby cows and building forts in the forest by the house! This book looks beautiful!

  • Oh my goodness. This book is spectacular! My favorite farm memory is riding in the back of my Pawpaw’s truck all through his cow pastures while he put out their food. He would call “ZZZZUUUUUWWWWEEEEEE” and they would come running. It was almost a little scary as a child, but I loved it and it is one of my favorite childhood memories.

  • My favorite farm memory: The silos and bovine that pepper the landscape of Wisconsin. I love the homey smell of cow as I drive with my window’s open in Wisconsin. The silos, standing tall against the Wisconsin horizon are like skyscrapers. This is Whimsconsical.

  • Ooooh, would love a copy of this for my godson! My favorite farm memory was tasting tomatoes fresh from the vine for the very first time. Amazing!

  • This book is gorgeous.

    I don’t know if this qualifies as a “farm” memory, but when I was growing up in Vermont, everyone’s uncles had sugar shacks, and my favorite memory was my friend Alison’s uncle taking tupperware cups and running them along the boiler, then giving us cups of maple syrup to drink.

  • Beautiful! I love seeing the process. I’m still waiting for my favorite farm memory…

  • I would love to have this book! My grandparents lived in eastern Oregon and I loved playing out by the crick (yes….not creek, crick :)) and watching the cows graze over the acres, while sitting on the fence with a popsicle on a hot summer day.

  • My great-aunt and uncle owned a dairy farm and I remember helping them feed the calves. We used those big bottles that look just like baby bottles.

  • that book looks amazing! since I grew up outside of Detroit I don’t have many farm memories from childhood, however I now live in the country and have 4 chickens and love each time I get to go out and collect the fresh eggs!

  • This is beautiful! I think my favorite farm memory was a fall party I attended on my friend’s farm a few years ago. The food was wonderful, there was a fire, and the stars were bright above us.

  • Favorite farm memory: harvesting garlic and sampling a bit of it raw… had heartburn for 2 days but SO worth it for the deliciousness!

  • oldest favorite farm memory: picking green beans in the long row of my grandaddy’s garden in the summers when i was little.

    most recent favorite farm memory: getting married at home and having portraits taken against the old barns that surround that garden. :)

  • My favorite farm memory was making homemade tomato juice with my Grandma. I remember in the summer time gathering up all the tomato’s. Washing them and cooking them till their skins peeled off. Then we would put the tomato’s in a large food mill and she would let me grind them down around and around. She would then pressure cook all of her jars and store the tomato juice away in the cellar. For every holiday I would ask for tomato juice from the cellar instead of milk. I loved the fact that we made it together and it still is the best tomato juice I have ever had.

  • growing up in los angeles i never had never been on a farm until as an adult i found my self in a small village in France at the family farmhouse of a friend who was raised there. we sat around in a large converted barn, eating a delicious array of foods that were either grown at their farm or at other local farms while cows grazed in a pasture nearby and chickens ran around our feet. it was a memorable experience that won’t be forgotten.

  • What a great book and really inspiring to see the process.
    Would love to have a copy.
    When I was a child the whole family went to visit the farm of my uncle and aunt in the summer with lots cats, kittens and cows (which I was a bit afraid of). It was amazing when you live in the city.

  • thanks so much for sharing the process – i love seeing all the sketching, the painting, the laying out that goes on behind-the-scenes.

    my favorite farm memory is getting to go strawberry picking among the onions…

  • Oh, what wonderful illustrations! I want it! My favorite farm memories are as a visitor, hanging out with goats and cows and pigs and dreaming of having a bunch of farm animals of my own someday. Garden is in progress!

  • My grandparents had a farm when I was growing up. They had a huge forest out past their pastures and I would take their dog, Rambo, out for long walks in the woods as a little girl. I miss their farm.

  • Oh, how much do I ADORE this book?!
    My husband and I moved from NYC and bought a house faaaar upstate that backs to an idyllic sheep, cow, and llama farm. Every day we get to watch the hayfields plowed, a calf standing for the first time, or the endless drifting of grazing sheep, but I’m still struggling with getting my kids more interested in the farm and where food comes from – and why that’s important to know.

    A beautiful book to pore over like this would be a perfect way to spark an interest, I bet.

  • We used to have geese (yes, geese) on our farm in Texas. I lovingly remember them chasing my brother around the pasture when he was 4 years old. Hilarity!!!

  • Feeding chickens and gathering eggs is my favorite memory. Although finding my 2yo sitting in the middle of my bed eating a bell pepper like an apple and her admitting straight off that she ‘stole it’ from the garden is a close 2nd.

  • My favorite farm memory was meeting my husband at a small goat farm in central Texas.

  • My parents own a summer house in the countryside. When I was a little kid, I used to visit our neighbor every evening. It was a farm with chickens, pigs, and lots of cats. I loved to watch the pigs getting fed – but my mum argued that I stinked unbearably. I really didn’t mind, it was just so much fun to be on that farm and the summer holidays couldn’t have been better :)

  • My favorite farm moment occurred a loooooong time ago — my first visit to a farm with a petting zoo! I was enchanted

  • My uncle has a farm. My mom never liked me to ride with him into the pastures and always told me to stay in the truck when I did. One time I was probably 4 y.o., was wearing flip flops, got out of the truck and stepped straight into a pile of cow poo. Gross. Learned me lesson that day… stay in the car or wear boots.

  • I have so many memories of my grandparents’ farm (where my mom grew up) that revolve around food! I especially remember harvesting sweet corn and rhubarb in the summer and apples in the fall. My grandma had an impressive canned collection that she relied on over the winter. My husband and I both work in the city, but we’d love to have a small hobby farm someday.

  • When I was a child, I had a routine. It was a berry harvest that I would eat at my house. I would wander around the property where I would start with wild strawberries and raspberries, then golden and purple raspberries, large, sweet strawberries, wild blackberries and finally high bush blueberries. I was given the nickname Berry Becca.

  • Great book! Love it! – My favorite farm memory is a toss up….. it was being able to ride our ponies in the pasture bareback just holding onto their manes! Wherever they wanted to go they took us along. We would spend hours just hanging out in the summer in the pastures with our shetland ponies! the other memory it is tied with is in the fall with cool crisp air moving in, playing a game that was a mix between marco polo and hide and seek in the corn field surrounding our house…. and the game always ended when we heard the bell ringing for dinner!

  • I would love this book, I have a collection of farm books my favorite being the Provensen’s wonderfully illustrated book about like on a farm.

  • While our little house, garden, and chickens aren’t exactly a farm, my favorite farm memory is growing and canning our own tomatoes (41 quarts!) this year. It was a lot of work, but it felt so special to be involved in the process from beginning to end, rather than having to buy the tomatoes from the Farmer’s Market (a completely viable and wonderful option, if you can’t/don’t want to grow your own- I’m not at all trying to disparage Farmer’s Markets; I love them!) as we have in years past.

  • i learned how to drive a stick shift on a tractor on a farm! after riding around a bit, we filled the front with feed and fed the nearby wild deer. it was awesome!

  • I love the look of this book – like a farm journal. I don’t have farm memories so much as farm aspirations. My husband and I recently moved to a 6-acre lot in the country. We’re going to get goats and chickens next year. We already have a garden which we are going to expand. It’s so much fun to see our little hobby farm coming together.

  • So lovely! What a wonderful project.
    Fav Farm Memory: When my oldest son was 2 and went face to face with his first cow – The size difference was remarkable and my son just looked that cow in the eyes and flashed him a smile. I’m certain the big, black & white cow smiled back.

  • Wow – what a beautiful book – I would so love to sit and share it with my grandkids!
    My favorite farm memory was riding a tractor through my grandma’s orange grove in Florida, followed by her dog “Muggsy”. My brothers and I would play in and around the trees, picking juicy oranges and tangerines to snack on whenever the mood struck.

  • My favorite farm memory was my wedding, which took place on a small sustainable farm just last year. The alternative venue made it equally memorable for all of our guests. I’d love to reminisce with a copy of this book!

  • This book is lovely, great job! It’s so interesting to see the creative process behind it too.
    My favourite farm memory has to be running through raspberry fields on warm sunny days, eating fresh berries when I was little.

  • We are thinking of buying an old “gentleman’s farm” in Maine and bringing it back to life, so this book captured my heart. My first farm memory was visiting a friend who lived on a farm and lying in the hay in the hay loft, watching the barn swallows come in and out through the holes in the barn roof.

  • I visited Sugarbush Farm in Woodstock, VT with my bloodhound puppy, Friday. She was 6 months old at the time and had never seen farm animals before. She kept touching her nose to the various animals she met that day, including a calf that was her same size and a horse who whinnied just after their encounter and scared her half to death.

  • I have so many farm stories from taming barn cats and riding horses with my cousins to watching huge thunderstorms roll in on the porch. I didn’t grow up on a farm, but every summer my family would spend a few weeks with my aunt and uncle and cousins on their farm in Nebraska. My favorite memory is a simple one though: we would catch fireflies–a bug not found where I grew up–and leave them in jars by our beds. Their existence seemed like pure magic! Thanks for sharing your process and lovely photos Julia!

  • It was a snowy grey winter day, on my friends cattle farm in Maine. I was in head to toe Carhart coveralls complete with an lovely 80s style teal & purple fleece ear warmer. I was standing inside the pen feeding the bull calf he started to nuzzle me with his head. I thought this was a sign of endearment until I realized it was really just a warm up to what came next – a HEAD BUTT FROM A BULL CALF! Needless to say I jumped the fence got out of there, but not before my shocked & nervous face was captured on film – priceless.

  • i’m a city girl, but every year my family would travel to battleview orchards to pick our own apples and pumpkins. there’s something so satisfying about selecting your food, bringing it home and preparing it on your own — the maple sugar candy always near the farm cash register helped too!

  • hiking out to help my father tend his beehives kept on a friend’s apple farm… watching the bees on their frames and hunting for the queen!

  • what a gorgeous book! i moved from san francisco to rural vermont {is there any other kind of vermont?} a little over two years ago. in that time i’ve learned to really respect the work of farmer, so much so that it’s my dream to open an urban rooftop farm in d.c.! i’d love to have this book to help remind me when i’m drowning the grant writing, paper filing and money crunching why i want to do this in the first place!

  • my husband and i have recently become enamored with the farming lifestyle, while we have been living a “green, simple” life for quiet sometime, we are interested in taking it to the next level. we’re hoping to get chickens this spring. this book would be perfect on my bedside table.

  • Hello. Found wonderful the details for the farms illustration. It did pick up the spirit. Feelslike put on my “farm boots” as i call it (use it often in the city) sit in the land and enjoy the book.

    About my memories…
    i have many, probably that is why i studied for agricultural engineering…
    my favourite to remember are those that i climbed fruit trees and stood there for hours playing … and “stealling fruit”
    …or those moments when i open holes in the land imagining it was the world ear and told her my “secrets”…

    hope i wan one book to keep near by my “farmboots”!!!

  • My favorite farm memory is our chicken coop. We loved feeding the chickens, discovering new plants and bugs to give them. A lost duck flew into our coop one day, and stayed. We put a huge tub for it to swim in the coop. I still hope one day to have chickens again!

  • What a fascinating look into Julia’s process! Thank you so very much. My absolute favorite farm emory is of being on my dad’s mango farm ( yes mango, 500 trees of it! and pulling warm, ripe mangoes right off the trees and eating them with the juices dribbling down my chin and trailing to my elbows… aah, the taste of summer!!

  • When I was little, my dad used to take me to his friend Jimmy’s farm. I loved it–I always pet the horses and goats and reveled in the chore of feeding the chickens, but enjoyed watching my terrified younger sister just as much :) She was afraid of every animal on the farm–even the chickens!

  • What a fantastic book! it reminds me of my first visit to a farm… I got so excited to see the baby chicks, I brook into a run and slid into a mud pile! My face was completely covered it dirt! The pictures are still hilarious!

  • When I was a girl scout, we took a sleep-away trip to a farm that operated as if its inhabitants were living in the 1890s. I went to use the outhouse at 4 in the morning and witnessed the birth of a baby sheep. It was disgusting, but definitely an experience.

  • My grandparents had a farm and my cousins and I would all go there for weeks every summer. My favorite memory is of all of us sitting in the back of my grandfather’s Chevy Custom 10 telling ghost stories at night.

  • Favorite farm memory: While visiting a goat dairy in Vermont, learning that the lady goats with pink on their backs is the result of the males wearing a “mounting harness” so farmers can keep track of mating. The Scarlet Letter of goat farming!

  • Thanks for sharing how the book was created; I never would’ve guessed that the line drawings and painting were layered digitally. The results are beautiful.

    Favorite farm memory: watching my sister’s friend get chased around by heirloom turkeys (ok, so it’s probably not HER favorite farm memory…!).

  • growing up, my grandparents had a farm in Ohio with a horse named Frank, and all kinds of other wonderful animals.
    when i was 5 years old, they had a big pregnant cat, who disappeared one day and came back not-pregnant, but they could never find the kittens. a few days later, i climbed up into the barn loft, and there they all were! the mama cat was keeping all of her teeny kittens warm in the barn loft hay.

  • My father grew up on a farm, and my favorite memory of visiting was seeing the old horseshoe of his favorite horse still hanging over the barn door, decades after the horses were gone. The farm’s been out of the family for years now, but I wonder if that horseshoe is still there.

  • definitely reminds me of running towards the car to the to school and the geese would be chasing me !!! quite excercise for every morning. Lovely work!!!!!

  • SO pretty!

    My grandfather lives on a non-working farm, but years ago he had a few different animals living there. I loved when he’d let us bring a baby goat inside his house for a quick visit. :)

  • I grew up on a 4 acre farm/nursery in upstate NY. Our barn was uphill from our inground swimming pool. Summers brought the joy of swimming- as long as you were out of the pool by dusk. That’s when hundreds of bats would swoop out of the barn and dive towards the pool. It was terrifying! As an adult, i realize they were skimming the pool for a drink, but as a kid I was sure they hung upside down in the barn all day plotting how to attack me.

    Is this a bat-free book?

  • My favorite farm memory is going to a farm where my friend was teaching. She teaches grade school kids how to farm, what it’s like to make your own food from scratch, and think carefully about our relationship to food. She showed us all the fun activities she had with her kids and it was a really special moment that taught me a lot about food and grew us closer, being able to experience her passion for food and teaching. I’d love a copy to give to her to be able to show her kids :).


  • I really enjoy petting and holding chickens, and particularly seeing their coop and run in free-range environments.

  • This book looks amazing!
    I started working on a farm (Earthdancefarms.org) for the first time in my life this year and I’m loving every min of it. I guess my favorite part is just the peacefulness of being in the field weeding and listening to the birds. But the friends I’ve made and the produce we take home is pretty awesome as well. =)

  • How gorgeous!
    The closest thing I have to farm memories are probably better counted as garden memories–hiding out and making forts with my cousins underneath my grandma’s scuppernog trellises.

  • Having grown up in a suburban area I would have never thought that I would grow up to live on a functioning farm about 2 hours from where I was raised. There have been some thrills in the past two years, but my favorite farm story probably was my first. At four years old, my dad took me to a farm very close to where I live now to feed some cows. There were large cows that I fed grass but then there was a calf that my dad helped me bottle feed. This experience engendered a love for farming and holds a warm place in my heart because it was time spent with my dad.

  • My aunt and uncle lived on a farm and we used to love going to visit and see all of the farm animals. As an adult I recall all of those animals and realize how many were cats and wonder about the accuracy of the word farm… They did have a pony, though, which is great fun for little girls. And I think they had a few goats.

  • One of my favorite farm memories was going to an Amish farm every October to pick out pumpkins and Indian corn. They were stored in the cow barn. To this day, whenever I smell the scent of cow manure (which almost smells sweet compared to pig and chicken) I think about going through hundreds of pumpkins, searching for just the right one.

  • I have favorite farm memories every day! But I would have to say the day my first homebred colt was born. He is now three and the absolute love of my life!

  • When I was in elementary school, I remember visiting a farm and the most memorable part were all the cow pies that were scattered all over the farm. All of us giggled and thought they were gross. But the farmer explained to us that they called them Milkshakes, because it was all part of the process of how we ended up with Milkshakes. A bit of a stretch but it was fun pointing at them yelling “Milkshake!”

  • When I was a child, every Saturday in the summertime my mom and I would drive out to one of the old Amish farms in our area and pick baskets of fresh strawberries and corn, buy cheese and fresh eggs, and pick out hanging, blooming flowers for our front porch. We would also do this in October for pumpkins, hot chocolate and huge potted mums. As the daughter of a mom who worked full-time and then some, I relished having entire, uninterrupted mornings with her in those fields. Planning weekly menus around our fresh ingredients with her also planted the seed for my love of cooking and entertaining as an adult. Definitely a favorite.

  • What a beautiful book, all of the illustrations are so fun! My faux-family had a dairy farm in up-state NY, and when we were kids the parents would give us small cartons of cream and told us to shake until we couldn’t hear the liquid anymore. Voila, 6 kids would end up with butter a little while later, depending on how vigorous our shaking was!

  • I grew up going to summer camp on a farm in Mississippi. The camp director took great pride in feeding us fresh produce from the garden – blueberries, corn, tomatoes, squash, you name it. When blueberries were at the height of their ripeness, the entire camp participated in a blueberry-picking contest. My team never won…but our bellies were full of blueberries!

  • What an amazing labor of love! I love hearing about the process of making/writing a book. In this case, I can’t believe you hand illustrated everything and wrote the text!
    I grew up in a big city and we didn’t visit farms…however, farms still have a romantic place in my heart from reading Anne of Green Gables. I would imagine myself there in her world and always dreamed of living on a farm someday. :)

  • All of my farm memories are from reading. I suppose I milked a cow as a girl scout once. Pretty sad for a native Kansan…

  • This spring, I started my own backyard chicken adventure with 5 little chicks. I began checking my nesting boxes in July and had gotten used to the routine disappointment of an empty nest. One month ago, I opened the lid to find an adorable little brown egg. I broke into and uncontrollable (and quite uncoordinated) tap-dance of joy. I just hope none of my neighbors saw.

  • amazing! favorite farm memory: pulling my little sister in a wagon through the path that my dad mowed through the field that connected my house with my grandmother’s old farmhouse. :)

  • So excited about this book. I grew up on a farm and love all of these illustrations! I have so many memories but the silliest is when my brother and I at ages 6 and 8 tried to ride our pigs. My memory is that we stayed on for a surprisingly long time but ended up very dirty.

  • Well I no longer live on a farm but when I was married my husband and I lived on what I consider a farm with my in-laws. One of my favorite memories was when one of my father-in-laws horses Hunter was sick with colic. I didn’t know until then that horses could die from colic. Poor Hunter was miserable and I stayed with him in the barn and read to him (I’m a librarian). I don’t know if it comforted him at all but he stayed still and near me as I read and it comforted me because I couldn’t do anything else for him. Fortunately Hunter made it through :)

  • I had a great childhood in Wisconsin living near two farms. One of my favorite moments would be.. learning how to make formula milk for calves and bottlefeed them myself!

  • My favorite farm memory is picking and shucking corn on a hot afternoon in Iowa, and then going inside for homemade ice cream!

  • Our fourth-grade class took a field trip to my classmate’s farm, and her mom gave us all dirt cups as a snack. Dirt cups are a glorious combination of chocolate pudding and Oreo cookie crumbs, complete with a gummy worm hidden underneath!

  • Oh man. I have too many. I grew up in rural Minnesota in a town of 800 in the middle of Amish Country. My mom is a postmaster and one day a very distraught UPS delivery man entered her office and asked to leave a package there for an Amish Man to pick up. My mom asked if he had tried to deliver it and the guy said: “I did take the package out there. The gate was locked so I parked on the road. I walked up to the screen door and saw a woman standing inside completely naked. I was about to knock when I saw a man, also naked, come out of a bedroom and start to kiss her. I left and went up to their neighbors house, I asked their neighbor if I could leave the package with him, and he said “Well someone should be at his farm, my wife is down there cleaning.” I never looked at our *quaint* Amish neighbors quite the same after that ;-)

  • Behind my house growing up was the Fresno State test farm. We had planted sweet corn the same year the test farm planted feed corn. When we harvested our sweet corn, there were all these huge kernels where the feed corn had cross pollinated. To a 7 year old, the lumpy texture of the ear of corn was beautiful and a contrast to the smooth, perfect corn at the store, and what a great lesson in genetics!

  • Favourite Farm Memory: When I was seven, we moved to rural Manitoba to live in old farm church my parents converted into a house. The neighbour’s family had donated an acre — a low spot on one corner of their wheat field – to build the church in about 1910. That spring, my brother and I watched in awe as our new neighbour tilled his field with the most massive piece of machinery. It was the biggest thing we had ever seen, and when he stopped to offer us a ride, we were delighted! The ride turned out to be rather boring, and very hot and bumpy, but our neighbour sure was a nice guy!

  • Thanks for showing the process of making the book. Looks like a fun compendium of farm life. Any Farmall tractors in the book?

  • One of my most vivid farm memories from childhood is the time I went with my dad to buy a pig from a farm couple on Orcas Island. They’d raised it from a piglet in their barn and could no longer afford to feed him as he had gotten quite large. In fact, he was so large he wouldn’t fit through the door! First we tried a trail of bread, then we tried pushing him from behind, hoping he might just squeeeeeeze through. Eventually we had to remove a few boards to liberate him. You should’ve seen the looks on the faces of the people on the trip home. It’s not every day you get to see a 650 lb. porker take a ferry boat ride!

    p.s. I love, love this book!

  • This is terrific! what a great book to win! OK – hoping its’ me, my favorite farm memory is my dad working in the garden in the summertime at our country place, looking out the window at daybreak to see him already at work. We had the best fruits and veggies of our lives those summers!

  • I went to a ranch camp as a pre-teen where we helped to take care of farm animals. I loved milking the cow. We also had country-style competitions, including frog racing. My favorite memory is going down to the pond and catching frogs late at night for the race the next day. Don’t worry, we kept them in a space with water and released them in the pond when the race was over. ( :

  • My grandparents were farmers (for the longest time I thought all grandparents were farmers), and my fondest memory is going down to the barn to feed the cats with Grandpa. I loved scooping out the food and mixing the milk with him, then watching cats of all sizes and colors magically appear out of the hay. He passed away last Christmas after a decade of living with Alzheimer’s. I’m thankful I was able to enjoy so much of my childhood with him pre-disease, and that I have so many good memories with him and the farm.

  • In 2nd grade we spent the night on a farm. I got to milk the cow and gather eggs from the chicken coop. So much fun!

  • My farm memory dates back to my aunt and uncle’s goat farm in Ontario, Canada. I must’ve been 10 years of age and we brought my “city-slicker” childhood friend with us to experience a little barnyard fun. While showing him how to milk the goats I aimed the nipple in his direction and soaked him in the face. Needless to say he was very upset, but immediately changed his tone after heading back to the house to chow down on a delicious farm lunch.

  • My favorite farm memory is watching a chicken that looked like a dust mop zoom across the yard!

  • This book is so wonderful!

    My favourite farm memory is not really a memory, but a weekly occurrence. I am lucky enough to have a sister in law that lives on an organic farm in a yurt with her two year old and hubby. My favourite thing to do it to go for a visit and harvest dinner from the veggie patch, then cook it over a wood burning fire! I love the feeling of being self sufficient and getting back to out roots! Plus the little guy just loves picking veggies!

    But it is a great book! Well done, I will defiantly be getting one for me and one for my nephew! It’s beautiful!

  • This book is TO fantastic! The way you merged hand drawn with some computer skills is fantastic. It really takes me back to when I was growing up on a farm in West Texas. Now living in Seattle, I really miss going to feed the chickens, pick tomatoes from the vine for dinner, and feed my little piggies the peel from my banana! I also really love the kitchen illustrations, such a fantastic book!

  • Ooolala! What a lovely looking book! A favorite farm memory… How do I chose? Inviting everyone we know over for a pig roast and cider press party. The abundance of autumn food… We just moved away from our farm, and I miss it so!

  • This book is amazing! I never buy books – NEVER – but I am purchasing this one right now.

  • My favorite hilarious farm memory:
    After having a campfire cookout in the woods on my Uncle Buck’s stock farm, we were walking back through the woods to get back on the Gators and go home to the cabin. None of us remembered a flashlight, and all we had was a book of matches and Uncle Buck, who was wearing a white shirt. So we let him walk in front to guide the way, lighting match after match (only making us even more blind in the dark when the matches went out). We thought we were home free until the last match went out and Uncle Buck tripped over a huge root vine and face planted into the ground. When we pulled him up, he had a gash across his nose, leaves and dirt were covering him and his cigar had been flattened into a fan on his face, just like a cartoon. His only reply about the whole experience: “My cigar!”
    I love my Uncle Buck.

  • I absolutely love this book!!! As a graphic designer who grew up in a farm I appreciate the artistic approach to elements that were so common during my childhood… My favourite activity was to harvest the fruits and vegetables mom planted (and eat freshly picked tomatoes rinsed with a hose!)

  • I have to say my favourite memory so far is of looking out my kitchen window while washing breakfast dishes to see a peahen trying to move in with my chickens! She was quite determined to get in the fence. The chickens were not pleased and we saw a great demonstration of teamwork by our 2 roosters trying to protect their hens. She stayed on our farm-lette for about 2 weeks, roosting int the pines and finally moved on. Our most unusual and interesting visitor so far.

  • My best memory of my grandparent’s farm in Saskatchewan is of my cousins and I packing picnic lunches and eating on top of the combine, pretending it was a Brontosaurus (Hey c’mon, it DOES look like one!)

    Love Holly

  • This is really sweet, it reminds me of the books I had as a child. My favourite farm memory is when we stayed on a farm in Italy one summer for our holiday. I think it had lots of olive groves on it. I just remember it being such a hot, fun place to be- my sister and I loved it (we were 7+9).

  • Julia Rothman does it again! This book looks incredibly intriguing! I grew up in a log home on acres of land that were home to lots of horses and ponies over the years, with some chickens and ducks to keep them company. I remember one night when I was about 9 years old, my parents woke me up in the middle of a rain storm to grab my coat & boots and run outside to witness the very first moments of life for a little foal who had just been born. My grandmother had been out in the field waiting for us to come meet the little guy and asked me if I could think of a good name for him. Watching him teeter and stumble to his feet in the wet grass, I quickly responded with “Rain Dance”

  • Wow! Such beautiful hand-drawn typography and illustrations.

    My favorite farm memory: A few years back I went with some friends to stay the weekend at The Amazing Planet Farm and Justice Center in Williamsville, Vermont. They rent out a big barn that has apartments in it. The farm mostly consisted of many many chickens and a very nasty rooster. We bought fresh eggs in the morning to make our breakfast with and they were the best eggs I have ever eaten! One afternoon we were sitting around in the living room and had left the front door open for some reason. All the sudden we looked up and there was a chicken pecking its way into the room! My friend who is terrified of birds yelled “THERE IS A CHICKEN IN THE HOUSE!” and she went running, trying to escape. I shooed the chicken back out the door and we all lived to see another day. I’ll never forget that moment. And I’ll never let my friend forget it either. Chickens sure are entertaining… not to mention tasty.

  • When my sister and I flew the coup and left my parents empty nesters (ahh cheesy chicken jokes), they moved out of the city and got 6 acres…and 5 chickens. Rose, Daisy, Blossom, Violet and Petunia. My mom is having more fun with those little ladies than I could have imagined, and it is a sight to see!

  • The first time I saw one of Julia’s designs in real life was a pillow in a converted barn in upstate NY, I was smitten.

    My first interaction with farm life did not go so well, a goat tried to eat the pearly buttons off my cardigan – it was huge, I was in pre-school. I’ll eat their cheese, but I don’t let goats near my sweaters anymore.

  • My favorite farm memory is setting up meals in the fields for the workers during harvest time– no kitchens/dining rooms or fanciness, just fresh and delicious food set against a gorgeous natural landscape.

  • I dreamt of being a farmer when I was a kid, everything I did was toward being a farmer and we always used farmland to go camping in England. My favorite memory was when a farmer let me help him milk his cows. I could not get any milk out at all, the technique is so hard and he put machine pumps on them and sat me on top of one while they were milked.
    Now living in North America I love flying over the prairies and seeing endless patterns made by the thousands of fields – so abstract.

  • How cute! I always loved going to my aunt and uncle’s farm when I was little and riding the ponies.

  • My favorite farm memory…spending time with my grandfather; I would help him and he would teach me! He had a sort of urban farm in this backyard, with a vegetable garden, rose garden, Japanese rock garden, and bees! He would also take me out to the 4-H farms where I learned to shear sheep, on our way back from the farm we would always go fishing, bird watching, or collect pecans to shell later for my grandmas pecan pie!! I miss him and hope one day to share the knowledge and love he has passed on to me to my kids!

  • What a beautiful book! I would love to add this to my dream farm book collection. My favorite “urban farm” memory so far has been the discovery of our first egg from the backyard flock. Eating my first veggie from the garden comes in a close second and I am looking forward to many additional farm memories to come. Thanks

  • I grew up on a cattle farm and have lots of farm memories… I’d say my favorite story to tell involves the lamb that my sister and I got for easter one year (I don’t know why my parents thought it was a good idea). Regardless, we got a lamb. His name was Sam the Lamb. He was fun and cuddly and we spent early mornings bottle feeding him. about 3 months into lamb ownership, poor Sam the Lamb ended up with a bad chronic illness and had to be put down. On a farm we do this ourselves. The following day during church service, my sister got really upset about Sam the Lambs death and starting crying loudly. My dad carried her out of the room and her crying escalated to screaming “my daddy killed my lamb” in front of the entire congregation… not a classy moment for my family, but a funny and memorable nonetheless.

  • We used to carry just hatched chicks in our pockets to keep them warm. They’d make sweet little contented peeps as we moved around. What a lovely, wonderful book.

  • I love this book!!! My favorite farm memory is going to the pumpkin fields as a kid to pick out that perfect pumpkin. Tromping through the mud and drizzle and warming up with hot cider. Now we grow pumpkins and winter squash in our parking strip (our little urban farm) and I love seeing the smiles of little neighborhood kids as they watch them grow over the summer.

  • Such great illustrations!
    Favorite farm memory… It’s a toss up between going out in the mornings to get eggs from the chickens and being so afraid one of them was going to attack me, therefore gathering eggs in a panic! And building hay forts as kids. We had big stacks of hay that we would rearrange to make playhouses in. Then we’d slowly find things to fill the fort with. Great memories!

  • I am in love with this book! My boyfriend also grew up on a farm in Iowa while I am from the city.

    My favorite farm memory would have to be going to my college roommate’s home, a working farm, and touring the whole operation.

  • Beautiful book!

    My favorite farm memory is my first visit as a kid to pick fruits and vegetables at a local farm with my family. Getting lost among the rows of corn; eating delicious strawberries fresh off the vine; being out in the fresh air; and feeling free to get dirty was all just magical.

  • Oh my is this book lovely! Every fall reminds me of going to the farm of a dearly beloved couple from our church growing up and rope jumping from one giant pile of hay bales to another inside their barn!! They would bake us cookies and serve us warm beverages at the house when we were done… good times!

  • I loved going to my grandmother’s cousin’s farm every summer. One fun-filled day of chasing barn cats and petting the cows. I’m originally from a suburb of a big city, so this annual escape was always a thrill :)

  • I ADORE these illustrations…what a sweet, fun way to put a creative & whimsical spin on the good to the earth farm way of life! My favorite farm memory was the day we brought our chicks home – ten instead of the two we planned for! We trained them to sit in our hands, eventually getting them to lay on their backs while we stroked their fuzzy bellies and fell asleep.

  • This is so gorgeous, I would love a copy! I remember milking a goat in Utah and then being surprised that when we drank the fresh milk, it was warm!

  • That book looks amazing!

    My mom grew up on a farm; they had cows and chickens, and grew their own vegetables that they would bring and sell down at the local store. When I was a child, my grandmother only the vegetable garden, and I used to help her pick the fresh vegetables. I used to play in the garden too, and my sister and I were always trying to dig a whole to China. One time we swore we could smell the chinese food through our little hole.

  • What a lovely book! My favorite farm memory is visiting my husband’s old college friend in Pennsylvania who owns a huge farm growing soybean, green beans, and tons of other vegetables. We walked through the farm during the day and cooked the fresh produce for dinner that evening!

  • I loved biting into a fresh apple right off the tree at my grandparent’s farm as a kid! This looks like a lovely book!

  • Oh boy, what a beautiful book!

    My favorite farm memory: I grew up in Orange County, CA, a very urban metropolis where agriculture and any traces of it are non-existent. For college, I attended an ag school in northern California and could smell the cows on campus on certain days. It was quite a culture shock for me. But, my favorite “farm” memory occurred freshman year during the school’s open house event where visitors could milk a cow. I only got about a minute to try my hand at it, but I managed to put a few squirts of milk in the bucket! As a city girl in a small town, it’s a memory I’ll never forget.

  • beautiful drawnings!!!
    i remember when i was a kid how I love rabbits. My parent´s friends had a lot in the farm and they have created a method to feed them easily, and the rabbits could drink water anytime they want from kind of straws…

  • i remember picking apples as a child with my mom and then having freshly squeezed cider poured form something wooden (?) there has never been tastier cider!

  • What a lovely and neat-o looking book!

    My favorite farm memories:

    !. Pulling up carrots with my Dad when I was a little girl

    2. Being an exchange student in France when I was 16 and getting to drive a tractor for the first time in my life! to haul fire wood to the other side of a beautiful old farm house from the 1730s (I think?)

  • This book is so lovely. When I was little, we would go visit the farm in Western Massachusetts where my mother lived when she was pregnant with me (a long drive from our home in Boston). I loved to sit on the tree swing overlooking the cow pasture, where my mother used to sit and relax with me in her belly.

  • I love this book! My favorite farm memory is visiting the farm that my mom lived on until she was five years old. It was neat to hear her memories of living on the farm. :)

  • Oh wow – I love seeing the process photos!

    My favorite farm memory took place on my grandpa’s family farm in Alberta, Canada. My dad’s cousin was showing us the cow barn and how they milk the cows. I was only about four at the time, but I still remember his laugh when he suddenly stopped aiming for the bucket and sprayed my brother and I with a stream of milk from a very patient cow!

  • Oh man, I grew up in a rural area and I think my best memories are running after the animals that always seemed to be where they weren’t supposed to be….chasing down escapee cows that got into our yard, running to catch my horse when he ran away with an entire hay bale, setting a trap ( humane one!) for a pet rabbit with an overdeveloped sense of adventure….it goes on. For a kid, it was like living the dream haha.

  • Well my favorite farm memory is the one I plan to have with my kids when we go to a farm and they know that we as a family don’t eat animals because there are so many other great foods we eat to be healthy and the animals they see can live long wonderful lives. And that the foods being grown are healthy and delicious like the ones their great-grandparents grew all their lives. It makes me really happy :)

  • What a fun book! It would definitely come in handy now that I’m in a secluded cabin in Port Townsend, WA!

    Haven’t ever been on a farm, but went to a dairy on a field trip whilst in primary school and loved seeing the calves. Didn’t like the aroma however…

  • being part of a local farmer’s CSA led me to my dream career, and my own business! the CSA had an abundance of apples one season and i decided to take on a 30 lb box of them. i made apple butter all day long and canned it to give away to friends and family. 2 years later and i run my own canning business in NYC.

  • What a beautifully illustrated book! My favorite farm memory has to be when I visited then-Myanmar with my family when I was 4 or 5. One day I wandered out back of the fancy estate we were visiting to a little farm area where they kept chickens. Some of the people who worked at the farm/big house let me play with the baby chicks and then took me into their house and showed me their pet – a little sugar glider that lived in a hollowed-out coconut. Not a typical American “farm” memory, but a really neat experience nonetheless!

  • As a designer I LOVE being able to see the process behind this book. Really well done and executed in a traditional way which is nice to see!

  • I remember going to my grandmother’s cousin’s farm for one day every summer. It was a fun-filled day of chasing barn cats and petting cows. I grew up in a suburb of a big city so I was always excited for our annual visit to the countryside.

  • Being an urban child, my first memory of a farm was the Farm-in-the-zoo in Chicago’s Lincoln Park, watching the baby chickens. There was an incubator room, and another room filled with baby chickens. It was my favorite thing to see there for years, and we went quite frequently.

  • I grew up spending summers on a farm in Vermont. While we only have beef cattle now, when I was a child we also had Jersey cows–the buttery colored cows with the lovely long eye lashes. There was a calf that I got to name and I named her Isobel. I used to visit her in the pasture every morning that summer!

    The book looks wonderful for children and adults, alike!

  • i remember visiting my aunt and uncles farm when i was little. my favorite thing was gathering eggs…which we did about 25 times a day. surprising the chickens just didn’t give up.

  • The book is beautiful. I grew up on a farm and have handfuls of happy memories of it. Some of the strongest are tree and bale forts, quading in the fields with our dog, sitting in straw and watching the cows, and helping my Dad with chores.

  • Those drawings are beautiful and informative. I’d love to have a copy of your book to read and to share with friends. My farm memories: Lots of them! Picking berries, apples, tomatoes, lettuce, etc… Picking potato beetles, larvae, and eggs from leaves of potato plants; Compost piles steaming when you turn them over in cold weather; Lining up really early in the morning with a trailer full of fruit to get a turn at a cider press – to make apple and pear cider; Stacking firewood; Collecting chicken eggs that are still warm from being under the chicken; Weeding, mulching, collecting lots of leaves and seaweed for mulch; Planting garlic on sunny fall days….

  • i’m a city girl, so the first time i went to a farm was a couple of years ago as an adult to go apple picking, which was so much fun! the apples lasted for weeks in our crisper and we made them so many different ways i lost count… but my favorite has to be the apple & chocolate crumble i made with the last of them. my husband and i have been talking about getting ourselves house with a small farm (he’s a great gardener) and i’m a sucker for a well-designed piece so i’m excited about this book!

  • I loved going out to my grandpa’s farm as a girl. My brother and I would get so anxious when we got to the last hill before we could see the barn! My favorite thing to do was help my grandpa milk his goats. As a little girl, I was always so proud to say “I helped grandpa!” His smile and those memories out there are so dear to me!

  • loved trying to see what a goat would and would not eat. good times.
    great drawings and layout on the book.

  • My most memorable farm experience, though not quite my favorite, was on an elementary school field trip. We’d done the big tour, and the last stop was petting the horses. Something happened and I’d turned my back to the horses, when all of a sudden I felt a tug on my hair. One of the horses had decided that my straw-blonde hair was actually a snack! Luckily I was pried free without any damage to me, the horse, or my hair!

  • Omgosh, even if I don’t win this, I must get this book for my friend! He left his (very) cushy job in NYC to go work on various farms in the Pacific Northwest/Rockies area and I really admire his courage to go try something completely new and exciting!

    My own favorite memories are from going to tractor pulls, orchards, or corn mazes as a kid (and admittedly as an adult as well). I LOVE fall for that kind of thing! I also love picking veggies!

  • I grew up down the road from two dairy farms, and I think my favorite memory was watching our new puppy (a lovable but somewhat fussy long-haired mini dachshund) see a cow for the first time. We weren’t sure how he would react at first, but he was TERRIFIED. It makes sense, given that he was smaller than the average cow’s head, but it was too funny. These illustrations are beautiful; they remind me a little bit of the Provensons. :)

  • My grandparents had a farm when I was growing up. There was always something yummy baking in the kitchen, jars of home canned goods in the cellar, cows in the barn, trees to climb and woods to explore, and home made ice cream at every birthday party!

  • Growing up in corn-stalked Indiana and then relocating in my early twenties to DC was quite a change! Much as I am blessed to have the opportunity to live another life, I’ll always be a Hoosier at heart! Look at this book – merging modern city design with comfy textures of farm house life. Hats off to you!

  • what a lovely book.
    my parents are from Iowa. Both raised on farms with big farm families.
    I grew up in southern california with memories of trips back to visit in the summer. my favorite memories are of picking veggies from the garden and eating as much as we picked. nothing like fresh peas.

  • Love, LOVE, Love!!
    As a Grandma with a farm, with home-schooling “Townie” grandchildren, this book is just perfect for them. What an interesting, fun process in the making of it, and such an awesome finished product!

  • My favorite farm memory is visiting a family farm in southwest Ohio on a kindergarten field trip and dirtying my white nikes in cow poo. I was not popular on the bus ride home!

  • I loved riding on my grandfather’s tractor. I also loved sitting in his old Chevy pickup and watching the cotton rows “run” as you drove by. The smell of that dirt with the wind in my hair still takes me back.

  • My “farm” memory takes place last summer in our tiny city homestead. My friends and I lived in a century old house in the city. We watched seeds sprout in our big bay windowsills in the spring, planted the seedlings in our front and backyard gardens after the last chance of frost in early summer, sprinkled in a few (illegal) laying hens, and enjoyed fresh eggs and produce all summer long. By the end of the summer, we discovered that our favorite hen, the blue egg layer, was sick with no chance of recovery. We gathered one afternoon and had a little blessing ceremony before we beheaded her. It was a very emotional event since none of us had ever witnessed or taken part in something like this before (all of us being raised in the suburbs) but it taught me how precious life was. I have valued time, seasons, and life differently since last summer. A few of the hens feathers were gathered before we buried her beneath the garden and they hang in my windowsill.

  • Wow, your book is such a labor of love. My daughter and her husband just bought a mini farm in Georgia and I was farm sitting over the summer until they made the trip across country and took over. Also an artist, I have been documenting the first blush of farm life and the great effort it takes to become one with nature. On one visit I “put up” 35 quarts of pears and 10 quarts of peaches, now that was a labor of love as well.My sketches became a little book for my granddaughter featuring bunnies, bees and deer. I’m now looking forward to all the goodness that they will harvest and share.

  • I love this beautiful book! Want want want.

    My favorite farm memory… When I was a child, my mom bought a farm right after she and my father divorced. One night, she was out there very late with some friends cleaning or taking care of the horses or something, and I fell asleep in a pile of hay with a horse blanket wrapped around me. I think that’s the way I was meant to sleep. :)

  • This book is gorgeous! I am not a girl that is well-versed in farms, but I’ve visited pumpkin patches a few times in my twenties. I wasn’t so good at ‘playing it cool’ as all of the boys were pouring themselves spirits out of the coffee thermos.

  • Wow! This book is both beautiful and inspirational! My favorite farm memory probably would be when I visited my friend’s husband’s family farm out in Cornelius, Oregon. They grow cherries, plums and make specialty honey. It was so amazing to go out there and take it all in.

  • Don’t have any farm memories. Yet. My husband I are looking into buying a small home on a couple of acres and start homesteading.

  • I don’t know if a ranch memory is close enough to count as a farm memory, but last week I had the lovely opportunity to help some dear friends move their cows through the mountains on horseback.
    We started before dawn, winding our way through trees and creek bottoms. By late afternoon we were about a mile from the end, riding along a long string of mosey-ing cows in the long afternoon light. At the last gate, I looked over my shoulder at the knee-high golden grass, brilliant against the blue mountains that we had just traveled through. This picture will be one that I return to often over the next few months of snowy cold.

  • While I grew up in the city, a friend recently bought a working farm that is within just a few miles from NW Denver in the suburb of Wheat Ridge. I LOVE visiting her and taking photos of the goats that follow me around. Though only 9 miles away, it seems like I’ve been transported to another time and place. I return back to the city refreshed with a totally new perspective on life in general. Very therapuetic!

  • Oh my goodness! This so much wonderfullness in one go!
    My first “farm” memories are of the annual school trip to the pumpkin patch and seeing all the pigs and goats and cows. Way fun! My later ones were of being in 4H and raising sheep, rabbits and chickens. Again, fun!

  • I didn’t grow up on a farm, but my father had friends who ran a diary farm. These are a few of my favorite memories. The smell of baled hay in the upper barn. The large wooden beams. Raw milk at the table. Bottle feeding the calves. Roasting corn over the outdoor fireplace. The green bench on the white porch where we took off our boots before heading inside. Dusk settling over the farm.

  • last year i was lucky enough to be asked to help get a tiny farm off the ground. months of preparation went into getting our little place ready for the first season. many long days were spent in the rain constructing the greenhouse that would house trays of soil and seeds that would eventually become food for families in our city. one of the most profound and proudest moments for me was the day i saw the first seedling appear in its loamy home. the farm was born that day, and with the emergence of that baby plant, i knew it was possible to bring that dream to fruition.

  • The illustrations are beautiful!

    My favorite farm memory is from summers spent at my great grandfathers house in Puerto Rico. He had a small farm, with some goats. I remember walking around by myself between the ages of 7-12, just lost in my own imagination. Creating stories as I walked under the coconut, banana, and mango trees… and feeding the baby goats. So much time lost in my own young person thoughts.

    Great memories!

  • love this book. my favorite farm memory is discovering brittle rubber bands in brown paper bags in the attic of the barn at my grandparent’s Minnesota truck farm. i guess they’d used the rubber bands to bind together produce for sale — as a young kid, this rubbery smelling tangle seemed mysterious and bountiful.

  • My favorite farm memory was when I got my first dairy calf. She was so young, I had to bottle feed her for weeks, I was in high school and thought it was just the coolest thing ever. I named her MaryBeth and she won first place in almost every show we entered. I would love to have this book, it reminds me of all the chickens, cows, and pigs we had when I was little.

  • Wow – this is JUST what I’ve been looking for! I just spent three months working a farm in the Czech Republic, I’ve returned to the states and decided to start up a similar farm in Washington with my best friend. We’ve been looking for practical AND beautiful books on the subject — so one way or another this book will be on my shelf as soon as possible!

  • This book looks fantastic. I grew in a rural area of California and I really want to teach my daughter how to garden and take care of animals. Its really important to me that she knows where her food comes from. This looks like the perfect book to put on my coffee table so we can read it over and over again. Thank you so much! I’ll be asking for this for Christmas!

  • This book is beautiful ! My favorite farm memory is playing with baby cows in a field at sunrise on a middle school dairy farm trip (not so coincidentally, I stopped eating red meat the same weekend, and havent since).

  • What a lovely book! Thanks for asking for a memory. Every year my mom and sister and I used to visit a neighbor’s potato farm and collect the small ones left by the tractor. We turned in a lot of them but got to keep tons. We would have potato everything for weeks! My mom was a phenomenal cook so that is a big part of the sweetness of this memory for me.
    We just had twins and their grandpa (my father-in-law) grew up on a farm. We’ll need to get this book for them to explain something about family history.

  • love this!

    I always thought farm life could be captured in art – like sculptures made with old tractor parts or ariel views where fields look like quilt blocks. I love how julia captured her own farm art dream!

  • Oh my goodness, what a beautiful book! I adore the illustrations and loved reading about Julia’s process, too!

    One of my favorite farm memories as a child was a first grade field trip to a local farm. We had a nature walk through the pastures, fed the goats, and were even able to watch baby chicks hatch. I was so young at the time, but it still stands out in my mind as a favorite school trip :)

  • What lovely illustrations! I visited a number of working farms as a child – I loved making butter in mason jars, learning about natural remedies (yarrow leaf as a numbing agent), and picking eggs from under warm hens. This looks like a gorgeous holiday present for my mom.

  • A favourite farm memory is from a few years back when I visited a sheep farm during the sheering. I’m a textile artist and love useing wool so I wanted to see where it actually comes from. I met a kind woman who lives in a sheep farm and she invited me to visit them and see how the sheering is done. Though I grew up in the countryside I never really spent any time in farms so it was lovely to stay there for a couple of days and see how their lives are following the rhythm of the farm, the animals and the land. I also got a big bag of wool with me to work with when I left :)

  • When I was younger my Grandpa would load me and my brothers into his car and drive us out a couple hours North to visit his brother-in-laws farm. I would always be so excited to see my cousin and he’d take me down to the barns to see the horses, pigs and cows! I’d run around trying to find the barn cat and all her kittens. We’d chase chickens and eat fresh vegetable stew for dinner. It was LOVELY.

  • i have worked on a farm for three growing seasons now and am looking forward to beginning my fourth. my favorite memory so far is of digging red potatoes in the hot summer sun. it’s a dirty job and the load is heavy, but the potatoes shine like rubies against the dark soil.

  • Gorgeous book! My favorite farm memory is a Gypsy Party I attended at the Apple Farm in Philo for July 4th a few years ago. Whole lamb and pigs roasted over a spit, a giant pot of white beans cooked on the fire, circus performances, a live band, and a camp out. Perfection.

  • I love this book, it is so heavenly! My greatest farm memory takes place in the future and involves me owning my own farm *sigh* …coming in second would be riding a tractor with my dad and feeling like I was “driving” it. Not only were the pedals WAY out of my reach but I also lacked the arm strength to turn it as I was only 4 years old!

  • So amazing!! I love the drawings. I remember climbing in the hay loft at my great aunt’s dairy farm, and her giving my cousins and I a little tin tea set to play with up there. We found the tea set a few years ago, still in the loft. :-)

  • I loved visiting my grandma and grandpa’s farm in the summer. I would pick raspberries with Grandma then we’d spend hours in the cozy little kitchen making fresh raspberry jam. Mmm!

  • Love the illustrations! My favorite farm memory is when I was 5, the neighbors free range Billy Goat, who was as tall as my dad 5’6 and proud, ate the seat on my bike. He also ate my mom’s rhodedendrums!

  • I grew up in Australia but my grandparents lived on a farm in Ringsted, Iowa. It was always a great treat to visit them and my memories include…having breakfast in town with my grandpa & his fellow farmers at 5:30 in the morning at Kitty’s Cafe….riding bikes to the creek where we got attacked by leeches….rummaging through the fabulous vintage treaures in my grandparents basement…..beautiful summer sunsets over the corn fields.

  • i love this! probably my favorite farm memory is when my partner and i stopped at a farm stand in Massachusetts and we fed a lot of really silly goats.

  • Growing up on a farm in upstate New York, I have many fond memories–mostly having to do with food! We grew, harvested, froze, and preserved our vegetables and fruits every year–usually enough to sustain us until the following season. I remember most of my family getting together to harvest peas on a Friday evening for the Saturday farmer’s market–no going out with your friends until it was done (although many of them usually pitched in)! I still make jam and pickles every year and make a point to frequent my local (urban) farmer’s markets.

  • Yes, beautiful book. My favorite memory is visiting my college roommates farm in Limerick, Ireland where she and her dad birthed a calf the night we were there. Amazing.

  • I’ve born in the city, in the largest city of my country. But, that country is Brazil, a large farm itself, at least at that old ’70s. I remember when I was about 8 or 9, at sundays we used to go to a little farm a couple of miles far from home. I cannot forget the smell of the wood burning in the clay stove, the shine of the handmade tinplate mugs hanged at the wall, the fear I felt of the noisy electric pump drawing water from the depths of the well.
    But the memory I most like is a tactile one. I went to the cowshed carrying my naked feet, and stepped in the fresh and warm manure. I loved to feel that chewed grass touching my skin, to squash that brown earth butter with my soles, sprouting between my toes like stinking mud mushrooms.
    For me, that was poetry. And it still remains.

  • My favourite farm memory is waking up each morning as a kid and looking out of my bedroom window to see the cows grazing in the fields opposite. S0 peaceful and comforting. The book looks grand!

  • Dappled sun, warm green houses, new seedlings, dogs running free, homemade baked goods and a hawk on the wing.

  • What a beautiful book! Would make an excellent Christmas present for my mom. My experience with farms is relatively recent. I’ve been on them before, of course. Growing up in VA, it’s hard to avoid setting foot on one. But I didn’t grow up on one. After I graduated from college though, my parents dropped everything moved onto one, determined to carve out a more back-to-basics life for themselves. My favorite memory (so far) is that first time I gathered eggs from the hen house. There is something so magical about holding a still-warm egg in your hand and knowing that it came from a hen who was allowed to wile away her days pecking through the ground for grubs or resting under low-branched cedars for shade from the hot summer sun.

  • Beautiful book! I have so many great memories of my Grandpa’s farm. My favorite memory is having Coke floats after an afternoon of splashing around in the creek!

  • 1. When my son did not want to help clean out the llama barn,saying “I fail to see what this has to do with my future career aspirations”,and ended up shoveling out the stalls while I read aloud to him from the story of the 5th labor of Hercules,in which the hero cleans a massive barn holding 2000 cattle in one day by diverting the Nile.
    2. Every time a newborn llama first stands up.
    3. Kidding season,and all the newborn goats,as above.
    4.The annual October ritual of filling the pick-up with fallen wild apples for cider.

  • i’m a city girl and have actually never been on a farm. my only farm memory is singing old macdonald had a farm. but i do remember touching baby chicks during elementary school days.

  • My farm…brings back memories of waking up to the rooster crowing…
    “Good morning” to the chicks and chickens as I collect the eggs for breakfast.
    Riding on the wagon behind dad’s john deer tractor to the watermelon patch…
    Breaking open a lucious red watermelon as there is no better snack…
    Can’t forget all the fireflies in the evenings…running to catch them but…
    letting them go:)

  • My first farm memory was marveling at the water pump my grandma had in the middle of her kitchen. Since then, I have seen a calf being born in a field, smelled the wonderful aroma of 20 varieties of apples in bins, and eaten gigantic red slabs of of fantastic Indiana tomatoes. Now I live on a hill on the edge of a small town with a cows all around us. We watch them move around the property all day.

    [I love this sweet book!]

  • My favorite farm memory happens every summer when I go to my grandparents house with my mom to help pick and can berries, peaches, etc. I spend all day in the garden picking fruit, nibbling berries, and listening to my mom and grandparents tell stories about their tobacco picking days. It’s always hard work, but much fun and you get plenty of fruit to make sweet treats like cobblers or preserves.

  • The best farm memories include bottle feeding the baby cows and lambs. They get so pushy when they’re hungry, but they’re so soft and sweet!

  • Wow! Really cute book; love it! I guess my favorite memory of a farm would be to play with the animals, especially all the little kittens playing in the hay! :)

  • Secretly I’m a farm girl who was raised in the city. I’ve long dreamt of being able to dig deep into the Earth and plant a bounty for my family and neighbors to share. For now, I have my daydreams.

    I remember as a child visiting my Uncle’s farm. My favorite thing that he grew was Christmas trees! It always amazed me how such a tiny seed could grow into a beautiful, lush tree. I miss those days and his farm. Thanks for letting me reminisce!

  • This looks like such a great book! I can’t wait to share it with my friends and visitors!
    My favorite farm memory is how when I returned to my parent’s farm the summer after my first year of college, I quickly adjusted back to a farm schedule (up with the sun, to bed with the sun). It seems you can’t erase those sorts of patterns from your body.

  • What an amazing book! My favorite recent farm memory is when we took my daughter’s brownie troop to a local farm and I learned how to milk a goat! I wasn’t so good at it, but it was a fun experience.

  • I have so many farm memories – my grandparents ran a working dairy farm with horses and of course cows, so many of my childhood vacations were a trip to the farm. My cousins and I adopted the orphen calfs and collected stray kittens from the barn.

  • Two come to mind… 1st memory was a few years ago, I went apple picking with my now husband, my best friend, and her husband. We ate so many apples we had to unbutton the tops of our pants to make room for fresh apple cider and doughnuts after picking. The 2nd memory doesn’t take place on a farm, but we have a neighborhood chicken that comes to visit us every once in awhile. I don’t know how she gets out or why she comes, but she sits on our front porch for the morning and then is on her merry way come noontime. She’s convinced us to get a few chickens of our own soon…

  • What a beautiful book. I lived on a farm until I was 2. I have a vivid memory of going in to the chicken house to collect eggs (I think I was pretty scared). My favourite memory though is just last month when we visited my toddler’s great grandparents on their farm for the first time. She had such fun running around, chasing animals (mostly cats) and picking fruit, the fun was contagious!

  • Beautiful Book! My favorite farm memories were riding on my grandpa’s lap while he drives the tractor and picking green beans with my grandma.

  • Such a lovely book! I spent many years walking through Washington apple orchards. Wonderful autumn memories!

  • My grandparents lived on a farm in Iowa surrounded by timber. My favorite memory is trudging through the knee-deep snow with my parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, and cousins in search of the perfect Christmas tree. Once we found it, we’d cut it down, carry it back, set it up in their living room, and trim it with decades-old tinsel and ornaments. Because the kids always chose it, it was always just a bit too big for their small farmhouse. But they never complained.

  • this illustration style is so perfect. love it!

    my favorite farm memories were visiting my mamaw’s little hut in the middle of nowhere Tennessee. She took me out in the garden to show me which hot peppers were best for chow-chow, and what a melon sounds like when it’s just right to pick. These experiences definitely influenced my current garden and ventures into canning, preserving, and making wine…. :)

  • I cherish the memories of my grandfather and his farm. The best memories are him cutting me watermelons (a whole one just for me!) using only only his tiny pocket knife. He would cut a slit all the way around and then crack it open by knocking it on the bed of the pickup truck. Then he carved out the juicy heart for me to eat with my hands. He also taught me to drive a tractor, whittle sticks, identify bird calls, and catch live bait (worms and crickets) for fishing by the time I was 7. I was such a tomboy. :)

  • I immediately threw this book on my amazon wish list! It is gorgeous, and I will be giving a copy as a gift to my best friend, who is starting her own farm in the middle of missouri. I am sure I will have very fond memories of farms soon enough, but for now, the farm memory that is freshest is in my mind, is that this city girl is apparently afraid of chickens!

    My best friend since Kindergarten has a small flock of chickens in a coop, and the last time I went down to visit she let them out to run around. When the chickens started to flap their wings and “fly” (they made it a foot off the ground and no more than 6 feet), I freaked!

    I grew up in the country, but not on a farm, and take pride in my “country” heritage. But my squealing and running from the chickens proved I am nothin’ but a city slicker now!

  • My favorite memory was when I was 5 we took a family trip to a local farm. We got to to feed/pet the goats, however instead of eating the goat food the goat ate my FAVORITE Rainbow Brite dress. It wasn’t a good memory then but now it makes me laugh yet still leery around hungry goats!

  • One of my favorite farm memories is how worried I was when I was about to inform my (then 2 1/2 year old) daughter that we would eat the turkeys we’d been visiting. Far from being upset, she pointed to one of the 60-some turkeys and said, emphatically, “I want to eat THAT one!” When they replied “gobblegobblegobble” she said, “They’re saying ‘Eat us up! Eat us up! Eat us up!”

    The book is gorgeous. If I don’t win one I’m requesting it for Christmas! Great work!

  • My favourite memory was visiting the wonderful Riverdale Farm as a kid in Toronto and not being able to believe that I could go to the heart of downtown and find such a wonderful atmosphere. Truly one of my favourite places in the city.

  • Taking my little girl to visit newborn foals is my most favorite farm memory…both her and the foals were cutely awkward…it was amazing!

  • I grew up surrounded by farm land, although we were not farmers. A ton of dairy farms, walnut, almond and especially orange groves. I’ve even harvested grapes and laid them to dry for raisins. This book looks amazing.

  • This looks great! I love seeing how it all came together. My favorite farm time was going to my cousins’ farm for a pig roast each fall. So much fun!

  • Gorgeous illustrations! In the first grade, my class took a field trip to a local farm in Salem, OR. During our visit to the cows, we got to witness a live calf birth. It was pretty magical as a kid seeing it happen right before my eyes but I know all of the other kids didn’t see it that way– a few of them started getting sick to their stomaches and vomited at the gory site of birth! My poor teacher…

  • I loved watching my chickens. There was only three of them, but there was still a social order and they each had their own personality. Pearl was my favorite. She was an escape artists. It took us forever to figure out how she got out in the yard everyday when we got home from work. Thanks for a chance to win the book.

  • I had the chance to visit the farm my mom grew up on in Ireland a few years back. It was incredible seeing the old stone homestead — known to me before only in black and white photos. Seeing it in person made me feel really connected to my Mom and gave me a new appreciation for all the responsibility she had as a kid. It was fun visiting her old neighbors too, and hearing their nostalgic tales.

  • My grandparents had a small farm when I was young. My favorite memories are just snapshots – the smell of the hay barn and the trashcans full of oats, the tire swing, and the brick path that led through the woods (and made me feel like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz!).

  • What a pretty book! My favorite memory is going to a farm and churning butter from milk — it was so sweet and delicious! Oh, and I always love going persimmon-picking with my family too.

  • Visiting my great aunt growing up, used to spend my afternoons trying to catch chickens, or kittens… or whichever animals were game that day for being preened by a zealous child. Usually ended up collecting stray peacock feathers and watching the horses drink from the creek.

  • My recent favorite farm memory…A good friend of mine has some chickens and roosters. The rooster will not “leave” one of the chickens alone. The poor thing looks beat up and is missing feathers. So, being the insane animal lovers that we are, we decided on a plan. We made a tea cozy, but we cut a hole on one side and decided to make it a chicken cozy instead. Now misses chicken can resume her daily activities with out harm and will stay warm :)

  • I grew up on a farm with my grandmother and I remember on some summer nights sleeping outside on cots, we went to sleep with full on stars and the sound of chirping crickets. Waking to the sound of the rooster first thing in the morning and all the other animals. So close to nature. I love your illustrations because we grew most of our own veggies and ate close to the land, funny how “old fashioned” it may be to have grown up on a farm and now it’s become somewhat vogue for some!

  • Lovely lovely illustrations! My favorite memory is from when I was child. My family spent a month in Maine every summer, and I went to a funky, wonderful riding camp during the week. One day my dad came to pick me up, and we were talking with the owners in the barnyard. A goose took a strong dislike to my dad, and started to hiss at him. He decided to walk away from the goose and headed towards the barn. The goose started to chase him, wings extended, hissing and swooping. My dad kept running around the barnyard until the goose lost interest. Oh gosh, I remember crying I was laughing so hard!!!!

  • Watching my mom try to get our goat Bambi into the back of her stationwagon to go to the veterinarian in New Hampshire. Total farm comedy.

  • Playing in the hay loft/piles of hay bales, obviously! Regardless of how many horror stories we were told about towers of bales toppling and trapping kids…

  • My favorite farm memory–or should I say, my mother’s–was during the annual 4-H fair. I had won grand showman for goats, and now had to compete against other grand showmen in their respective fields. Which included pigs. A very type-A girl running around the ring after a very type-B pig for 10 minutes, desperately trying to impress the judges…this is the stuff that makes mothers laugh till they cry. And I eventually did too.

  • My favourite memory on a farm is riding around on the tractor with my great uncle and watching my veggies sprout. Amazing Book! and so helpful…. I’m slowly turning my acreage into a farm, I know nothing, and this book would really do the trick. Love, love, love this book!

  • This books looks like a visual and mental treat for a Midwest girl like me! Can’t wait to read every page while sitting in my garden!

  • Beautiful! My favorite memory is from just a couple of years ago when I saw my first set of baby goats–I wanted one so badly!

  • my farm memory…my mom grew up on a strawberry farm but i grew up in the city. every summer we’d go strawberry picking at nearby farms and my mom would tell us stories about when she was a child, how she would try to out-pick her sister, but she never could! her sister had ten years on her, so this was a six year old competing with a sixteen year old! My mom is a feisty lady though, she never stopped trying!

  • I’ve volunteered at my community organic farm since I was little, but my favorite memory remains one of my earliest memories there: holding a warm baby rabbit tucked into my shirt.

  • Farm memory: my grandma lives in Poland on the old family farm so despite growing up in Chicago I spent most of my summers toiling in orchards, corn fields and feeding animals I would later cry over while eating. My grandma has run the farm single-handedly for the past 30 years but one summer she decided a small tree growing in the middle of her vegetable garden simply HAD TO GO, she enlisted her neighbor’s help but when he didn’t come quickly enough she decided to chop the eyesore up herself. Of course she didn’t think to ask for my help so I wake up to chainsaws, yellow and loud thunk. My 70 year old grandma had climbed up into the tree with a chainsaw and begun chopping the branches. She’d accidentally chopped the one she was sitting in so she, the chainsaw and the branch tumbled to the ground with the chainsaw luckily landing a good 8 feet away from her. With her ego bruised and her ankle sprained, my grandma still wore a pair of high heels to church the next day to thank the good lord for not chopping her head off in that tree. I smile every time I hear a chainsaw bc it reminds me to be thankful, to laugh and to always wear heels no matter what.

  • my favorite memory is harvesting corn with my grandpa (who was my favorite man in the world) in his big red combine. my husband, boys and i now live on my grandparents’ farm.

  • My favorite farm memory has been at my in-laws 10 acre spread in Vicksburg, Michigan. My son woke up to observe a family of wild turkeys being chased by several large bucks. It all happened by a pond on the property and the hoots and hollers of my 4 yr old boy at the spectacle of it all was priceless. I love the country. Cheers!

  • I went to school on a sheep farm for my formative years. One of my favorite memories is riding the old curly horned ram around the barn yard. I doubt it is one of his favorite memories though!

  • my fav. farm memory is probably playing with baby goats! my least fav. is being chased by a turkey.

  • The only time I recall being on a farm was a couple years ago when we took a trip out to Harley Farm in Pescadero, CA and tasted the most fantastic goat cheese ever. Since we went in springtime, there were lots of baby goats (sure, they’re called kids, but they were so small and cute) who were incredibly friendly. We had a fantastic time, and bought WAY too much cheese :)

  • we were suburban kids, but only two generations off the farm and we used to go up to Uncle Paul’s dairy farm for family reunions. Lots of jello puddings and macaroni salad, as I’m sure you can imagine. In any case, as anyone knows, where there is a dairy farm, there also will be cats – and where there are cats, there are also KITTENS. On this one particular occasion my brothers and I spent the day – a hot one – not only petting the family cow, Princess Buttercup, but also chasing the kittens and petting them until we got scratched. Well, as we were pulling away, my parents heard a faint mew from back of the car — my brother had stashed a kitten in his cubby there and nearly got it back home! Sadly, Dad put it out, as our dog would not have appreciated a new friend.

  • Beautiful book! When I was a kid at the local farm around Halloween a llama spit right in my face. Disgusting for me and hilarious for the rest of the family haha!

  • Oh my – this book is just fabulous! I grew up on a potato farm, and we always had animals, but none of them were ever this cute!

    my favorite memory, ironically enough occured on another farm in new hampshire – my young son and i were walking in the field and we came upon a dairy cow that had just given birth. What a magical sight to see the newborn calf lying next to his mother in the field.

  • Lovely, lovely book! What a fun reference and beautiful source of inspiration for aspiring homesteaders like myself…

    My favourite farm memory was at my parents’ good friends’ homestead. I was 8 and I went to check out the chickens – I had held the chicks not long before and wanted to see what they had grown into! Well, I was sitting next to the coop, watching them go about their business when I thought I felt my hair barrette slip from my hair, so I reached up….and a GIANT HAWK flew away! Somehow he had been stealth enough to get so close that his talons were IN my hair. He was probably more interested in the chickens than I was and certainly didn’t see little 8 year old me as a threat!

  • My favorite farm memories is watching my then-one-year-old “talk” to the chickens at a local berry farm. We now have chickens (and he’s 3, today actually) just because he loves them so much, haha. :) Lovely book!

  • My favorite farm memory is from my first farm internship. At the time, we were raising dairy goats, and every evening we had our “cardio for the day” – catching all the kids and putting them away for the evening. We milked the moms each morning. So, every night, we would race around the corral, chasing the little guys and gently tossing them into their pen. I remember thinking that this was the most inefficient manner to get the job done, but it was so fun running in circles chasing the fuzzy bleating kids.

  • I visited my uncle’s non-working farm in Maryland when I was a kid. They had some cows and horses and some crops. I remember having peaches with really fresh cream. It was amazing. Now my husband and I are planning to buy a house with some land so we can have animals and a big garden and live on a little farm of our own. Thanks for the giveaway!

  • My grandpa and his brothers owned a horse farm in central Kentucky, a couple of hours away from where I grew up in Indiana. We used to spend weekends there during the summer, horseback riding, fishing, and catching frogs. My best memories from the farm were the nightly campfires and visit from Omniposto. Omniposto was a ghost that (for some reason) would say his name in a drawn out, ghostly voice when he came to haunt us. “Om-ni-pos-to”. Amazingly enough, my Grandpa always managed to get locked in the outhouse when Omniposto paid us a visit, so he never saw him :)

  • So clever! I am feeling super inspired to draw something like for our wee house. My favorite farm memory has to be when my friend from down the road (we lived on the edge of some farmland at this stage… its all suburbia now!) took me down to see her mums horses’ new foul. It was very young and sprightly… we played in the paddock with it and it jumped on me! Its hooves were still quite soft and it was skinny and light so it didn’t hurt a bit, I was surprised though, on its hind legs it was well taller than my small self…

  • This book looks gorgeous! As a child my parents and I would drive out to my uncle’s farm in the fall to pick pumpkins and stay in his back cabin for a week. I remember so clearly milking the goats during the day and watching the fireflies twinkle at night from the porch. Everything was magical and fresh there.

  • most recent farm memory was last week in school, I touched a sheep for the first time.

  • My favorite farm memory is feeding the neighbor’s cows handfuls of fresh grass and feeling their huge, rough, inquisitive tongues wrap around my hand up to my wrist.

  • My favorite farm memory is when I journeyed with my 1st grade class to Old Mickey’s farm. We went to see a cow getting milked, and my teacher got too eager and got kicked over by the cow! It was quite surprising & funny for all of us in the class. Of course, she was fine and knew from then on to keep a better distance.. :)

  • My favourite farm memory is from Asturias, in the north of Spain, being a girl from a city, I was shocked when I first saw the cows and could buy milk directly from the farmer (really, really exotic for a city girl like me). The book looks amazing! Thank you!

  • I have a very vivid memory from a preschool trip to a small farm. The farmer was giving a cow milking demonstration and he squirted all of us kids with milk. From the cow! Like a teet squirtgun. I’m not usually squemish and I know that it wasn’t especially horrific, but something about being shot with warm milk right from the cow makes me queasy.

    Wait, this was supposed to be a favorite memory comment. I visited a farm recently that used an old school bus as the coop. Once the chickens had pecked over a certain area, they would all be coerced up into the bus-coop and driven to a different plot of grass. That sort of ingenuity is so exciting!

  • My favourite farm memory is from when I was a child and we went on a field trip (aha, literally, almost!) to one of my classmate’s dairy farms. He had a big all cow they called bessie and we all got to pet her, so nice. Cows are so sweet!

  • My favorite farm memory stems from my childhood in Malaysia. My family lived near rice paddies that were often filled with water buffalo lethargically strolling through. Watching these majestic beasts while waiting for the school bus in the morning is one of my strongest memories of my time in Kerteh.

  • one of my very good friends lives in the country with her adorable chickens and pigs. I’ve never really been around either, so it has been fun learning how to care for them and helping her bring the chickens to the coop when it was moved was a very interesting experience! I’d never held a grown chicken before and carrying them was a treat!

  • Wow! The illustrations in this book are amazing. I, sadly, do not have any farm memories. After reading the comments above I feel like I missed out! However, I am now an Elementary Art Teacher in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. (Lots of farms!) I would love to have this gorgeous book as a resource to use with the students in my classroom. Thanks!

  • I attended an all-girls’ high school. We had a “Wildlife Club” that went on outdoor trips in rural NC. It was a welcomed break from the restrictive life on campus in Raleigh. I’ll never forget the event we held one fall at my dad’s farm in Angier, NC. Our notoriously eccentric history teacher revealed another of his many wild and wonderful talents- he turned out to be a championship clay target shooter!

  • this is really beautiful! i am a farmer myself, mostly growing salad greens and other vegs for school cafeterias. my most favorite thing is the sight of a harvest, that bucket or colander or bin of freshly picked produce, there is nothing like it. oh, and watching school kids eat the produce you grow, that’s pretty amazing too!

  • This book looks so lovely! I grew up in the city, when you wanted a pumpkin for halloween you went to an old gas station where they were laid out on haystacks to give you some “farm appeal”. It wasn’t until I was older that I came across my first real “pumpkin patch” on a farm. I was like a giddy little kid again to see orange hillsides and find out how the pumpkins really grew!

  • Beautiful Book! Gosh, favorite farm memory…there are two many! But maybe most vivid was watching a violent thunderstorm roll in over the ridge from afar, feeling the energy & anticipation of the storm in the air, while being comforted by my parents arms.

  • Looks like a gorgeous book..can’t wait to see it! My favorite farm memory is hiking the fall woods with my husband, settling down to watch the sunset with a campfire and lots of S’Mores!! The time I stepped into a couple of cow patties? Not so much then, but lots of laughs now!!

  • I love the chicken coop spread because it reminds me of my childhood pet. When I was a young girl growing up in the wilderness of northern Michigan, I convinced my parents to let me have a pet rabbit from our neighbors’ farm. I named her after my favorite elements of that farm: “Chicken coop-horsey ride.”

  • Beautiful book! My favorite memory is strawberry picking with my Mom. We would always eat more than we picked. :)

  • My favorite memory is of my grandpa coming to my house to plant a garden every year. He loved planting. But that was it. We had to care for it and do the weeding.

  • Even if I don’t win this giveaway I am definitely purchasing this book! The illustrations are beautiful! I was the city kid from my fathers extended family who were mainly dairy farmers, so as a kiddo I always was so excited to visit the farm, bottle feed calfs, and chase around all of the barn cats.

  • This book looks amazing! My favorite memory is the summer before I went to college when I would go to catch my horse in the pasture. He would see me and come running, looking for treats, of course, but it was still cute.

  • Running between the rows of my grandfather’s green peas with my sisters, popping open the pods and eating them right there with my toes in the dirt.

  • Feeling as though I was lost in the cornfields, and my grandfather coming to finding us. The smell of horses in the barn and the pitch dark nights.

  • Collecting eggs has been and always will be the adventure from my Aunt Mary’s farm. You just never knew what you might find. Some eggs can have very strange shapes. Some eggs can have no shell. Sometimes the surprise is when you boil one and you tap tap off the top and inside you discover (most satisfyingly) a double yoke oh the extreme joys of it. Aunt Mary’s farm is on the very west of Ireland where on a winters day the wind might just cut you in two but on a summers day you can throw yourself into the Atlantic for a refreshing escape. Then the whole discovery cycle starts again when you go to get the eggs !! Brave Hens, Bravo Eggs & Bravo Auntie Mary

  • What a beautiful book! My favorite farm memory is going the farmer’s market at Casey Farm in Narragansett, RI. Every Saturday morning during the summer I’m delighted to enjoy the sea breeze as I stroll through the stands. A typical day includes live music, alpaca and goats, and scones from seven star bakery. It makes me happy just thinking about it!

  • after high school i worked at a summer day camp called family farm, for obvious reasons. i showed up to work one day and there was a zebra and two camels in our petting zoo. i now endearingly refer to it as funny farm.

  • i wouldn’t say favourite farm memory, more most vivid!
    we visited the local farm when i was 5, and while admiring the turkeys, i haphazardly stuck my finger through the screen and got bitten. yes, my finger was bitten by a turkey.

  • This is fantastic. The illustrations are beautiful, charming, nostalgic, and inspiring.

  • there was a dairy farm across from my high school. the milk store not only had single swedish fish for a penny, but more importantly the world’s greatest chocolate + peanut butter ice cream! :-)

  • At the farm I worked on, we had a big pond that sprouted a ridiculous number of tadpoles. Weeks later, we were visited by a group of tibetan buddist monks who walked around the farm to bless it, and were completely blocked by the possibility of stomping on the flood of tiny, delicate froglings that were hopping around. They blessed us from the driveway. (that book is loooovely!)

  • My most vivid memory of living on a farm when I was 4 or 5 is of the time I tried riding the farm dog (a large Doberman) and promptly landed on my tailbone on the concrete floor of the barn. Favourite memories include playing in the hayloft and feeding bottles to calves.

  • Lovely book! My favorite farm memory begins in Brooklyn in the mid-1980’s. When I was four years old, my mother and I found a chicken pecking around behind a bush in Prospect Park. We brought her home in a cardboard box to our apartment–thinking she must have fallen off a truck bound for a butcher’s shop, and determined to rescue her. We named her Thumbelina. We found a home for her as a laying hen at a beautiful farm in Massachusetts, and it was thrilling to arrive there and reunite her with her own kind. (She was the only white chicken amid a group of Rhode Island Reds, once the farmer had slipped her into the coop by night.) On the way to the farm, we stopped to eat at a fast-food restaurant and brought Thumbelina in with us in her box, since we were worried about leaving her in the car. She popped her head up unexpectedly in the middle of the meal–and startled another family eating chicken nuggets!

  • My grandparents have a huge farm with a large pond, home to quite a few catfish. One of my favorite memories is walking through the woods to the pond with my grandfather to go feed the fish. He’d wear a canvas camping hat and hold a hand-carved walking stick. One of my favorite moments.

  • A fond memory I have of visiting a farm is being among the seemingly endless rows of cabbage. Of course, it would be years later before I actually like the taste of cabbage. :)

  • When I was around 8 or so, my uncle started to keep his roosters tethered, because they had a bad habit of breaking and entering into our neighbors’ homes. The neighborhood kids and I would tease the hell out of the roosters, since they couldn’t do anything about it… until the one day when all three of them managed to pull free at the exact same time. They chased me all around the yard, until someone finally took pity on me and rounded them up. I definitely learned to be a nicer kid that day.

  • I’m loving reading everyone’s memories. Here’s mine: I remember being really, really excited about collecting eggs in the hen house at my grandmother’s farm. When the day finally arrived, little me got so scared by the flapping chickens and overwhelmed by the strong smell of the hen house that all I could do was cling to my uncle’s leg while he completed the chore. I can only hope I’ve toughened up a bit since then!

  • I worked on a farm for two weeks in Espanola, New Mexico with a wild hippie named Roni. She would sneak herbs into our food, preach wonderful natural cures and sprinkle lavender in our hair. We weeded and harvested and had the time of our lives. She has inspired me into starting my own farm when I graduate college and this book would be a big old help in doing so!

  • I grew up on a farm and my favorite memory is getting a goat for my birthday. I named her Oreo because it was brown with white in the middle.

  • what an absolutely lovely book! my first farm memory is a kindergarten field trip. i saw a dead chick that someone had stepped on (sad face) and i fed a lamb (happy face).

  • What a lovely book! It’s absolutely beautiful!

    My favorite farm memory is winning the “Cutest Pig” contest at our fair. In the town we lived in, it was tradition to paint the pigs you brought to the fair and that turned itself into a contest. My sister and I had so much fun chasing and painting our pigs (as well as each other) and then showing them off every year. It was a great tradition that I hope to pass on to my children.

  • Oh, I’ve been drooling over this book! What fun to see the process. We just moved to a little farm in Iowa. My favorite memory so far is picking more deep red, ripe tomatoes than we know what to do with and having every surface in our kitchen covered with tomatoes!

  • What a beautiful book! I love Julia’s use of illustration and hand-lettering to convey a rustic farm mood. I worked on a farm in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountains every summer from age 12 until 18. My nostalgia is deeply set in memories of pasteurizing milk in a white tiled room. I would heat the milk in a large cauldron, and while waiting for the milk to stay the proper time at temperature, I would sing. The small room covered in tiles had the most amazing acoustics, so that no matter what my voice might have sounded like in real life, inside that room I had the voices of Mariah Carey, Joni Mitchell and Joan Baez all rolled into one.

  • This is beautiful! My favorite farm memory is only from a couple years ago, but it was so neat the day the fluffy baby chicks came in the mail – something I never imagined!

  • This book looks fantastic! I grew up on a horse farm, but we also had tons of dogs, cats, chickens, the neighbor’s loose cows- it was quite an experience! I learned many lessons that way. For instance, I will never forget the time I collected that day’s eggs from the hens, putting them in my little pink bike’s basket and forgetting about them. I learned my lesson when I later took my bike for a ride down a hill and had to clean the mess off of my bike- and me!!

  • goodness, this book has taken my breath away! it’s so lovely!

    i’m a city girl, always have been so my farm memory is going to stay the night on a friends farm, we arrived at night and got to sleep right away as it was late. the next morning i was awoken by the most bizarre and frankly frightening sound i’ve ever heard! i peeked out the window and to my surprise i saw about 20 cows a few feet away on the other side of a fence! obviously everyone thought it was hysterical that i had no idea what the sound was!

  • My farm memory form youth is riding the bus from K-3rd grade when I lived in rural MN. Every morning we’d ride the bus down some super long driveway to pick up some kids who lived on a dairy farm. The place stunk to high heaven and so did the kids. I always felt sorry for those kids and for farmers in general. No wonder so few from that generation grew up engaged in food production. Who knew that a farm’s not actually supposed to stink?!

    Hopefully I’ll get to provide my kids with some more impressie images of farms and farmers growing up.

  • It would probably be visiting a farm below a castle in Wales and hearing sheep bleats for the first time… my boyfriend and i thought they sounded hilarious– like humans trying to *impersonate* sheep. It was way too funny :)

  • My mom grew up on a farm in the Philippines. She and I went to visit when I was 18 years old. I had never been and it was the first time my mom had been back in nearly 20 years. Until then what images I had of the farm were based on old photographs and her stories of how difficult that lifestyle was growing up. One day while accompanying my grandfather on the farm we came across some kids, maybe 6 or 7 years old, who were intent on being my friend. Language barrier be damned! When my grandfather asked them to help us bring some buckets back to the house they grabbed two dried out bamboo, put the buckets between them, and rested each end on their shoulders. Realizing the buckets were still too heavy to carry comfortably that way they took their flip flops off and wedged them between their shoulders and the sticks as cushions. They went about their way… giggling and sneaking glances back at me and my grandfather. In that moment the image of my mother working on that farm as a little girl became more vivid for me. I’ll never forget those kids for their ingenuity and their spunk!

  • What a gorgeous book! I would love to use it in my classroom as inspiration for an art project with my 7th grade students! So many possibilities.

  • My favorite childhood farm memory is my three siblings and I singing at the top of our lungs while picking cherries. My husband and I just purchased a farm this May, so I am looking forward to a lifetime of farm memories! :)

  • What a gorgeous book! I would love to use it in my classroom as inspiration for an art project with my 7th grade students! So many possibilities. My farm memory is of the smell of hay in my grandpas big, big wooden barn! That, and pickin apples with my tons of cousins. All of us urchins climbing thru the trees…

  • I’ll be moving to a farm next month ( from Argentina to the USA, not an easy move!) and eventhough I never lived in a farm, my parents and husband did, so I learnt their memories. One of them would be my mom, as a child, picking the fruits directly from the tree and breaking the peach seeds to eat the sweet inside. She always tells this story with some nostalgic look in her eyes…

  • What a gorgeous looking book! The hand lettering and the paintings would make this book coffee table worthy! Growing up in a small fishing town, and now living in a city, my farm experience is limited. But, while in college, I really enjoyed the day I spent with a volunteer group at our local Heifer Project Farm. Mucking out stables was never so much fun! And afterwards, we all piled into a big cart for a hayride around the grounds. Now, some of my friends and I, along with their children, visit the same farm and, while we don’t muck out any stables, the kids have fun feeding the goats and learning about farms around the world!

  • I’ve never been to a “real” farm before, but I have been to a Christmas tree farm. My favorite farm memory was looking up from the base of a douglas fir Christmas tree and picking it out to take home. I must have been 4 or 5 years old and thought that the tree was enormous.

  • My favorite farm memory is starting my own! I’m with a group here in Seattle called Alleycat Acres (www.alleycatacres.com). We convert vacant lots in low-income neighborhoods into urban farms, engage neighborhood groups in planting, maintaining and harvesting, and then deliver the fresh, organic produce by bike to the neighborhood’s food bank as well as neighborhood residents. We have 2 farms so far and are working on many more. Working long sweaty Saturdays to clear and till a trashed lot, build raised beds, plant seeds and starts and water, water, water makes seeing everything in-bloom and thriving that much more exciting! I would so love a copy of this book to dive even further into farm knowledge.

  • I’m to much of a city girl. I clearly remember my admiration when I saw a worm com out of my bitten cherry. I was so surprised by the way they move. The fact that they push there end a little to the front and them slide the rest of the body. Logical yes, but I thought it differently. I stare at the little fellow for 15 minutes them I tried to have it as a pet, surprising, it didn’t work. Haven’t eaten cherries since them. Oh! almost forgot to say I was 19 at the time.

  • My best farm memory is from 9th grade, when I got put into horticulture because it was the only class available for my schedule and I beat all the real farm kids at the FFA hog judging contest at the Wayne County Fair. I was sooooo embarrassed at the time, but I have fallen in love with the romanticism of farm life. If I did not like to travel so much, I would probably be living on a farm right now.

  • This is so pretty! My boyfriend and I just made a big jump and moved our home and studios from the city (Minneapolis) to Eugene, OR. While we are still living in a city, we are taking baby steps to get to our dream of owning and running a small hobby farm (mostly sheep and gardens) in the Oregon country. Being a book artist, I appreciate all the hard work that Julia must have put into each painted page. Love this! Thank you for sharing it.

  • Hi! I love this book! If i don’t win it I will definitely be purchasing it! My fav. farm memory is picking strawberries in Southern Ontario, Canada with my mom and sis. We would pick TONS and make the most delicious jam with them!

  • Oh, wow, this is absolutely amazing! I remember when I was little I used to go to the countryside during the summer, cuddle the lights out of the cats and dig out the whole garden while looking for worms. But what amuses me to no end now is how completely freaked out I was to enter the big chicken coop because the cock would look at me sideways and go cluck-cluck-CLUCK, like in a horror movie. The stuff of nightmares :))

  • I LOVE it!

    My only “farm” memory is of a sheep visiting our elementary school as part of demonstration on “where wool comes from”. It was exciting to have hands-on learning and to experience part of the farm life in-person. I’ve always believed that I’m a country girl at heart even though a lot of my farm influence comes from books and stories.

  • I grew up in the suburbs on frozen food, but would visit my grandparents in Northern Maryland. My Grandad would have me work in his garden, giving me a very quick tutorial, but mostly just letting me feel it out and trust my guts. He had chickens, and collecting their eggs was my favorite part of the day. Now I have some lovely raised beds in my urban yard, think of him every time I look at them because I’m not sure they’d be there without our gardening and carpentry time.

  • oh, so, so lovely! my favorite farm memory was at my first you-pick raspberry farm in michigan. i went with my baby strapped to my back and we picked organic red raspberries all morning in the sun.

  • I love that all of the illustrations and fonts are done by hand. Truly beautiful work!

    I grew up on a small farm in rural Wisconsin where my family has horses and chickens. I remember we used to have this huge rooster we called “Feo” (spanish for ugly) because my dad bought him for his unusual looking feathers. One day in mid-November, Feo fell into our large horse tank and was stuck in the water. Being the bleeding-heart animal lover that I am, I promptly fished him out and fetched my hair dryer and set to work drying Feo’s feathers so that he would not die from hypothermia…I even went so far as to grab one of my dad’s old sweaters to put on the rooster until he was warm and toasty under the heat lamp in the chicken coop. Feo lived a long and happy life and my mom still tells the story of how I used to play Dr. Quinn with our poultry.

  • We live in the middle of a very urban area, but are somehow raising a very rural child. Last spring, our daughter decided she wanted to raise a farm animal, and suddenly we city slickers were thrust into the middle of the 4-H world. For three months, we raised a lamb in our backyard (after clearing it with our very curious neighbors), where it played chase with kids and dogs. We’d laugh every time a jogger or a biker would stop and peek over our back wall after hearing a bleat. Every week, we’d load “Socks” into a dog carrier, heave him into the back of our RAV4 (we were the only parents without a trailer or pickup truck) and head off to learn about showmanship or shearing. My daughter sold Socks at auction in May, a bittersweet loss that was familiar to her fellow 4-H’ers, but entirely new to us. It was such a great experience for the whole family that we plan to take on a new lamb in February. My daughter is a future farmer for sure, and she would LOVE this beautiful book.

  • Loving this book! Thanks for posting it! Memories…friends of our family had a small hobby sheep farm, and I absolutely loved when we would get a call late at night (early in the morning? It was dark and sleepy) when a new lamb was being born. I loved it!

  • My husband and I stayed at a b&b on a farm the night we got engaged. I loved waking up to those llama smiles!

  • As fairly new “farmers” we excitedly hauled our five children to an auction that was two hours away. Having so many children meant we drove a station wagon. We got slightly carried away that night buying things for the farm and by the end of the evening found ourselves the proud new owners of a 300 lb. Hereford calf. Two hours away, a station wagon, seven people and a wild Hereford calf….you can pretty much imagine the ride home!

  • I visited a farm in Florida with my brother and it was amazing. I pet a pig, caught chickens, held a baby ducking in my hands and milked a cow! I will never forget the straw like texture of a pig, how my brother instintively knew how to scoop up chickens and gently hold them around the wings so they wouldn’t fly off! And learning to milk a cow was a little frustrating at first but such a feeling of success when I mastered it. I was nine and my brother was six.

  • I grew up in rural Alabama and one of my best friends lived on a farm. Best memory? Bottle feeding a baby cow. They’re sloppy little suckers!

  • My favorite farm memory is of my little cousin, maybe 3 at the time, running up barefoot to a baby calf to feed him with my grandpa. Just as he was about there….splat! He says, ‘Oops! I stepped in mud, Pop’ and kept on running. Except that ‘mud’ wasn’t mud. :)

  • We’ve lived in a farming community for a while, a few weeks back we went to pick up our eggs, and my 2 year old daughter wanted to pet a goat. I had no idea that amongst the farming community there are goats that are ok to pet and some that, well… you shouldn’t. So we went over to this goat who was so sweet and gentle, when the owner ran out with our eggs yelling, no not that goat! Little did we know that sire goats piss all over themselves (hence the strong smell we we’re getting) and there was my very clean 2 year old with her cheek pressed up against this goat hugging him so tight! The owner then informs us they never touch that goat b/c he urinates on himself to make himself attractive to the female goats. At least he got a little love that day. Needless to say, we rushed home for a bath. :)

  • I grew up on a farm and am still involved with agriculture, so the memories are still being made. My favorite livestock to work with are sheep, most farmers/ranchers wouldn’t agree with that! But they are gentle animals (for the most part) and I loved lambing time.

  • My favourite farm experience (of many!) was getting to help out on a sheep/pig/chicken/dairy farm in Norway while I was visiting one of my best friends. Sheep are dumb as posts and not so much with the white and fluffy (although I still like them), but unpasteurized milk and fresh eggs are some of my favourite things!

  • I have never commented on Design*Sponge before, but I felt compelled since this has to do with FARM memories! My mom and her two brothers grew up on a farm in Greenwood, South Carolina. Though they migrated to the more urban Greenville as soon as they reached adulthood, when I was younger, my three boy cousins and I used to go visit our grandfather during the summers. A retired furniture builder, he built a greenhouse with his own two hands that literally stretched over two acres. People from several counties would come to purchase his plants which included everything from flowers to vegetables to trees. Tucked in a corner of his land behind the greenhouse was this swimming hole oasis in a bamboo forest that seems straight out of a novel as I remember it. The creek that ran the length of his property tumbled down some rocks into a pool just big enough for four children to swim in–it was probably 10-12 feet long and across, and 6 feet deep. Not only would we swim, but we would climb the rocks, overturning them to catch crawfish, all perfectly shielded from his many customers by the shady expanse of the bamboo forest. As idyllic as this sounds, sometimes it was tough being the only girl! :-)

  • I remember chewing on honeycomb from our honeybees when I was young, and the anxiety I had when we moved and had to give away the hives. I had no idea if I’d ever eat honey again! Your world is so small at 6, it’s true. This book looks lovely!

  • When I was little, we kept a few calves and I remember bottle feeding them. I loved that. I also had a goat that thought it was a dog and would run after my sister and me as we picked up pecans from our orchard. Those were such good times!

  • My husband and I love to visit his parents farm every chance we get. I always love it when he takes me around and reminisces about his very idyllic sounding childhood on the farm. However, my favorite thing to do is go with him is to go up into the hayloft and search for newborn kittens.

  • Accompanying my adult cousins when the cows had to be milked in early evenings. I was only 4 and so whilst I walked up the country lanes with them to meet the cows who were waiting to be milked…I often rode on the back of one of them down from the meadow to the milking palour! I have vivid memores of that bumpy ride since riding a cow is so different from riding a horse or a pony!

  • what a beautiful book. I grew up near a large farm by a river. remember hot summer days swimming if the river, cutting through the fields on the way home, chomping on freshly pulled carrots and radishes.

  • I have two favorite farm memories. First jumping hay bales with my siblings and cousins at my grandparents farm. I wasn’t quite big enough so I just jumped as far as I could and my sisters would grab my scrambling hands and pull me up. It was itchy fun. Second, we explored my grandmas old outdoor cellar. We found very very old canned goods and dared each other to open them.

  • My name is Juli – I grew up in Eastern Germany where we used to spend our summer holidays on a farm at the Baltic Sea! None of us would have imagined that we would be allowed to travel/ move to Australia at some point of our life.
    Today is UNITY DAY, which is celebrated as a public holiday that commemorates the anniversary of German reunification in 1990 and here I am – living in Australia.

    As an Architect I love all sorts of sketches – especially the ones reminding me of childhood memories. Very cute book!

  • This book looks amazing. Its like a picture book for grown-ups. My favorite memory is of my grandfather bringing his two Tom turkeys down to the barn, for them to stay for the winter. He was getting soft in his old age and couldn’t bear to kill them. So, every fall, in the wheelbarrow they went!

  • i grew up on a farm so i have many great memories, i don’t even know where to begin! i guess one of the most memorable would have to be running across the top of hay-bales with my brothers! it was one of our favourite past-times x

  • I worked on a photography project documenting farms and farm families outside of Chicago whose farms were being uprooted by suburban sprawl. My favorite farm memories are from working on this project and being exposed to a way of life SO different from my own, yet so close to where I lived. Learning to make strawberry jam on a steamy summer afternoon is one of my favorite memories from this project, but I truly enjoyed every minute I spent on these farms. This is a beautiful book that I would always cherish.

  • Picking raspberries on my grandparent’s farm is a wonderful memeory. Love the book Julia!

  • After having grown up in San Diego, I have spent the last year and a half living in Louisville, KY. My job takes me to all sorts of rural areas in the state. I have loved driving through the farms as the seasons change watching the different crops grow up and then die down. It is a beautiful reminder of the cyclical nature of life. And, the artwork/book is beautiful!

  • just ordered the book as a gift for my sister, but had to enter myself! we loved visiting our aunt & uncle on the farm as kids, playing in the old flour mill ruins on the creek, eating wild strawberries… there’s a light & energy glow on an iowa farm at dusk that i’ve never felt exactly anywhere else. maybe its that you can feel growth there.

  • In second grade, we took a field trip to a local farm and they brought out some goats for us to pet. I thought one of the goats was particularly fond of me because he kept following me around and nuzzling my arm. I was feeling very Dr. Doolittle-esque until the goat headbutted me and knocked all the wind out of my 8 year old body. As I was laying on the ground trying to figure out why I was no longer standing, the goat proceeded to eat my sweater.

  • This is gorgeous! My favorite farm memory is from the first time I visited our local pasture raised egg farm… I got out of the car, and all the chickens ran over to greet me.

  • Discovering what rhubarb was at the age of 12, picking some with my great uncle and aunt and then making rhubarb pie!

  • What a lovely book! I spent quite a bit of time on my great-grandfather’s farm as a young child, but my favorite farm story is a bit more current. My friends (deliberately unnamed) have a small organic farm just outside of Portland, Oregon. I like to stop by at least once a month to share meals with them and help them out with chores in exchange for veggies and eggs. One unseasonably warm spring day I stopped by with lunch, unannounced, to surprise them. They weren’t in the house or the barn, so I walked up through the orchard to the field. And that is when I learned that my dear friend likes to farm au natural. Luckily we are close enough that this discovery was funny rather than embarrassing.

  • what an amazing book! i don’t have a vast amount of farm experience, but one memory i do treasure is spending a beautiful weekend last fall at my friend’s fledgling farm, lending a hand with harvesting, weeding, turning over beds and even cleaning out an old barn. in the evenings, we would go indoors and make a meal of the food we picked that day, sit around the wood burning stove at the heart of the log cabin and relax. it was near perfect and for few days, i got to fulfill some of my laura ingalls wilder dreams.

  • I grew up on a farm. When we were kids, my brother was on his bike when a rooster started chasing him. He thought he’d go faster if he ditched the bike and ran. He ran his ass off and barely escaped. He never ate chicken until he was an adult.

  • My favourite memory is watching a group of five year olds being chased by honking geese on a school excursion. Amazing!

  • I didn’t grow up on or near a farm, so I don’t have many memories at all of farm life, however I remember the first time I picked cherries and blueberries at my friend’s family’s farm in University was thrilling and I LOVED eating the fruit straight off the tree/bush.

  • So exciting! My favorite memory is picking corn from my Dad’s farm in Iowa, and then eating it on the porch at my grandma’s house. My little nephew is going to love this book so much (he’s going to be a farmer for Halloween) – can’t wait to get him and myself a copy :) Congratulations, Julia!

  • What a beautiful book!
    My favorite farm memory was my first – a field trip to a farm with my kindergarten class.

  • I love goats! They’re my favorite farm animal and I’m so excited they are making an appearance in the book. I raised rabbits and a steer once for 4-H, but I was always jealous of the kids with goats :-)

  • My favorite farm memory is from my Kentucky home shared with my newly wedded husband, english pointer, four chickens, and a huge spring though fall garden. It was beautiful and I definitely miss it!

  • I grew up in Connecticut, in a small farm town. My favorite farm memory is stopping with my family to watch a cow giving birth in a local field. It was an extraordinary experience to watch the calf get cleaned off and take his first wobbly steps. I was 9, but remember it like it was yesterday.

  • Back in high school I volunteered at an organic farm in California. I still miss the potluck lunches we had in the lawn in front of the farmhouse! After a long morning of digging up weeds, those relaxing meals were the best. So many delicious veggies

  • Not quite a farm, but at camp we kept several farm animals to teach us about animal care. This included two ornery goats who took every feeding time as an opportunity to escape. One day they teamed up, one butting the Junior Camper who’d opened the gate, the other leaping past. The rest of the day, both goats gave us merry hell as half the camp chased them around the soccer fields.

  • I adore this! I grew up on a farm, and one of my most vivid memories is, as a 10-yo, trying to milk the goats without tickling their udders (and causing them to kick). I wasn’t successful. :)

  • Many of my favorite farm memories involve spending time in the corner pens with the new calves. One time I was so excited to go I left my shoes at home!

  • In the early 1980s I was on a field trip for 5th grade at a nearby farm in suburban Chicago. We walked around and were shown the chickens, cows, horses, and we reached one of the smelliest parts of the farm—the pigs. I remember being quite shocked how smelly it was, and the tour guide just kept going on and on about pigs and their habitat and I practically died of asphyxiation.

    Then our guide abruptly stopped talking and the rest of the kids burst out laughing at something—a pig humping another pig. They were just going at it having a great time!

  • Growing up, my mom would take my sisters and I to visit our Nana. Nearby her house was Merrymead Farm, a local dairy farm, where we would meet to buy fresh milk and fresh groceries. While Mom and Nana were inside stocking up on provisions, my sisters and I would run around back to play with the baby calves. I’ll always remember their cute sandpaper tongues licking our hands as we fed them. Happy memory.

  • you never know when the 1 million dollar question on a game show will be “name the parts of a goat!”

    what a fun book

  • I hadn’t visited a farm until this summer as an adult! It was so amazing to see all the work that went into the small farm my aunt and uncle created and all the love they get from it. It was nice to see that my cousins enjoyed it too rather than being inside in front of the TV or computer all day long.

  • This book is beautiful! I can’t wait to gawk and aww at every page!
    My favorite memory of farmness: My dad had a chicken coop and it was my job to play with the chickens and to get their eggs in the morning for breakfast. I was 3 and this was in our Southern California suburban, track-home backyard!

  • so many memories (Im an aspiring farmer)!

    when I was little, I used to go to my aunt’sfarm in Michigan. I used to eat ALL the strawberries I could find in the field

  • My favorite farm memory is from when I was little. My Grandma grew up on a dairy farm in upstate NY and we went to visit it when I was maybe around 5 years old. When I was told we were going all I could think about was milking a cow with my own two hands! Little did I know that they do it all with machines now. Nevertheless I was determined and after speaking up about my desire the kind ‘milk guy’ who was showing us around found a cow that would let me milk her a little. Made. My. Day.

  • I live vicariously through my college roommate who experience life on the farm 1st hand. She LOVED waking up in the morning and cleaning stables, feeding animals and coming home smelling like manure. Ha!

  • What a gorgeous book! I love farms and food and agriculture, and after spending a good part of last summer interning on an organic teaching farm and running a CSA, I’m looking for a similar opportunity for this summer.

  • what an epic piece of artwork. just the pages highlighted here bring back each gorgeous moment of growing up on a farm. my little family is now urban dwelling but someday look forward to going “back home” to the farm. It is so hard to pick one memory, but playing hide and seek while atop belligerent ponies with my cousin and i has to be one of the most laughter-filled :) mom would ring the bell and even in the furthest reaches of the acreage we’d hear and come running for dinner.

  • Very cute, perfect to my children. When I was 24 years old I went to a horse’s farm with my boyfriend. But I would like visit a typical american farm like that in the Madison’s Bridges.

  • As a kid, a horse mistaked my bleach blonde hair for hay and tried to eat it. That’s my earliest memory of farm life.

  • Great job Julia! Book looks amazing!! You must have put so much time into doing all of the hand lettering! My favorite farm memory is going to pick pumpkins every year with my family. My Mom had a rule that you could pick whichever pumpkin you wanted you just had to be able to carry it back to the car. Then we’ve carve them and roast the seeds! Yum!

  • I used to go to a summer camp called Alpha Farm. We would ride horses, play in the barn, and play games. My favorite memory was riding out in the woods and fields with the horses.

  • Beautiful! Cannot wait to check this out!

    Luckily, for this city girl, I have several relatives with farms across the country. One of my favorite memories is feeding the cows, Pete and Re-pete, apples over the fence at my great aunt and uncle’s place in Oregon. I had never before had the opportunity to bond with large animals like that, and I found peace in the gentleness of their large eyes.

  • I don’t have many, even though previous generations in my family had farms . It has to be visiting the little farm to touch the animals, as a kid.

  • Smiling and eating more blackberries than were being put in the basket. The illustrations make me smile in the same way!

  • My favourite farm-related memories are of shampooing, grooming and blow-drying bulls and heifers for agricultural shows (popular in the UK). There’s something quite surreal about one ton animals being given beauty parlour treatment in a large exhibition shed.

  • Julia, a gorgeous looking book! And thanks so much for giving us a look into the technical details of compiling this book. I would have guessed that you used watercolor for the paint from looking at it digitally, but now the gouache makes so much more sense! Really, beautiful stuff.
    I grew up on a dairy farm in South Central Illinois. We farmed a thousand acres of corn, soybeans, and alfalfa. It was a whole lot of work! A writer who had grew up on a farm in Nebraska once told me that there are no child labor laws when it comes to farm children. She was right! My memories run from the bad to the good. Bad: Being ten years old and being forced to help a neighbor get his tractor unburied that he had gotten stuck in the mud while trying to harvest his corn on Christmas Eve! It had been a muddy fall. Good: Walking down our secluded back lane that lead out towards the highway and eating fresh wild blackberries along the fence row. Sheer joy.

  • My most recent farm memory is helping people on a farm while there was a lightning storm.. so pretty!

  • This book is gorgeous!

    One of my most vivid farm memories is pulling radishes from the ground for the first time. I was seriously amazed and loved when I found a big one.

  • My sister pointed at the cow and said “Look mom Elephants!”
    The farm boy was so embarrassed

  • My favorite farm memory was a hay ride with my girl scout troop. The weather was crisp and perfect and when the hay ride ended we had a bonfire.

  • My grandfather had pecan trees on his farm. When one would die he would wait to cut it down until we came to visit so we could climb in its branches for hours.

  • When I was a kid visiting relatives in Minnesota, my older cousins took me out to see the turkeys. As we were standing by the fence looking their flock of turkeys in the distance, one of the cousins tells me to scream. When I scream at the top of my lungs, the turkeys start charging toward us running full out. Being a city girl from the Bay Area, these big turkeys bearing down on me scared the heck out of me. So I started screaming for real, and the turkeys, cluck or gobbling like crazy, started running even faster toward me. For some reason I’ve never figured out, when you yell at turkeys, they charge.

  • What a beautiful book! My favorite farm memory is from two days ago. We just got new baby chicks, but I am away at college, so my dad set up a webcam for me to check up on them. I get to babysit them next month!

  • My favorite farm memory is the day I bought my flock of chickens… it was exciting, anxiety inducing, and wonderful all at once. I love watching our rooster care for his girls by protecting them from predators and bringing them treats… who says chivalry can’t be instinctive! The book is beautiful! (I’m partial to the chicken pictures!)

  • Goodness, what a beautiful book! My favorite memory of a farm, is being able to feed our elderly friend’s horses. They were so enormous, and seemed so scary, but they would gently eat out of our hands.

  • This would be the perfect gift for my sister…my farm memory is petting her sheep named minnie.

  • I had a slumber party with a friend who lived on a farm when I was about 8 or 9. In the morning her mom asked if we wanted to go to the chicken coop to see if there were any eggs that we could use for breakfast, and I thought it sounded like a blast! My friend led the way and into the chicken coop we went. To my surprise the rooster did not want us there and he started pecking at me! I decided to wait outside of the coop for my friend to collect the eggs – not sure why this is my favorite memory, but I definitely get a good laugh when I think back on it.

  • My jaw is on the ground, this book looks amazeballs and is exactly me. To a tee. I don’t really have any farm memories – but I will tell you the time I visited my relatives in Finland. We went into the forest, and i remember the trees reaching up to the sky. Clearly, I enjoyed picking (and eating) the berries a little too much, that night i puked them up – bright purple vomit included! I guess it wasn’t too embarrassing – I was only five afterall!

  • As a kid I loved looking at the Richard Scarey books with details hidden all over the page. I feel like this is the adult version and the illustrations are beautiful! what a beautiful book.

  • Seeing the chickens run a muck in the closed off garden. Man, were they in heaven :)

  • I am so pumped about this book, it looks so quirky and fun! Fave memory was when my mom (who owns a fiber arts studio) and I went to a local farm in the eastern U.P. of Michigan to check out some fleece from Border Leicester sheep. While she was checking out the fleece in the garage, I went out in the field and made faces at the sheep, who responded with the same. It was a great half hour, for sure.

  • I am currently interior design major and our program has been ranked top ten the pass 10 years! The graphics, sketching, and renderings are just beautiful! I can only image the time and creativity it took into putting this book together. I love country lifestyle and design. I’m obsessed with cooking and using fresh vegetables from the farmers market! My favorite farm memory growing up is visiting family in Tennessee who lived on a farm. We would play family flag football in the field next to this rustic barn. I have the most vivid memory of the exact color, shape, and style of this barn! Something i’ll never forget.

  • I recently stumbled upon a booklet called “Our Farm Stories” from my Grade 1 (very rural) class. Every student drew a picture and wrote a story recounting their recent farm moments for the booklet. I drew a picture of a horse and my story was this: “I got to ride a calf. It was fun and I got to ride a horse. A baby calf was born and it died. Then Bingo (the bull) charged at me and my brother. We ran away from him.”

  • I named every cow on the dairy farm tour my boyfriend and I took; Spot-of-Gold, 101 Cowmations, Moo-kies and Cream, Meows (the barn cat).
    Making butter was the most rewarding thing in the world!

  • The best farm memories: waking up to “that smell” in the moist gray morning, rubbing my cheek on the fur of a short horse, drinking cream straight from the source, taking a nap in the orchard, and staring at the millions of stars while sitting next to a bright fire in the back yard. *sigh*..

  • looks like a fantastic book!
    my first “farm” experience (being from NYC myself) was smelling skunk for the first time….while eating a burger nonetheless! I couldn’t imagine such a horrid smell….and I couldn’t finish my burger either!

  • my uncle is a calf roper, a real cowboy, a ferrier by trade. seeing him rope was ( & is ) always so thrilling. once he let me sit on the other horse as the calf was released from the gate – i barely clung on to the horse as it bolted forward. the adrenaline rush was amazing.

  • My favorite farm memory are all the baby animals in the spring time! Especially the baby goats, so cute and playful!

  • My favorite farm memories are showing picking raspberries with my children in Canada and Pennsylvania.

  • My favorite farm memory is a recent one—my friends got married on a farm in south Alabama this weekend, and my boyfriend, myself, and other three friends catered meals the entire weekend for 200 people. Let me tell you, I got really good at chopping vegetables and pouring corn muffin batter. The farm had roaming buffalo, elk, deer, and watusi, and the big meal went off without a hitch, everyone raving about the food we’d worked so hard to prepare. I felt so proud of us for pulling off something so big. The weather was perfect, the stars were bright, and I could hear the cattle lowing in the distance as I served pulled pork to the guests. I can’t remember the last time I felt so happy.

  • My aunt has a beautiful organic farm in alaska, and one summer she put on a summer camp for me and all of my cousins. We spent two weeks helping out on the farm, making birdhouses, having picnics, setting off fireworks, building a tire swing, and generally goofing around in the way that cousins tend to do. It is a treasured memory for all of us.

  • This book is so awesome! Looking through all the pictures here, it reminds me of all the time I spent gardening with my grandma when I was a kid. Not so much farming, but now we keep chickens and grow a garden all our own- a very urban farm.

  • My favorite farm memory is tending to a sick calf in the mudroom (next to the kitchen) in our house during a Sunday School Christmas party!

  • It’s beautiful. I would say my favorite farm memories are the ones we’re making now on our 100 acre place.

  • What a beautiful book! Growing up in Missouri, my grandparents had a farm an hour or so out of town that we would get away to on weekends. There was never a lack of things to do–horseback riding, fishing, flea market shopping—but my favorite activity was looking for arrowheads in the cornfield. I mostly found chipped bits of pale stone, but the day I found a whole, intact arrowhead was one of the most exciting days I ever had at that farm.

  • Farm memory from my youth? We used to travel to a mushroom farm in Pennsylvania. I remember being terrified of the dark, cave-like place, and giggling with my brothers about the gnomish woman who ran the cash register while smoking an enormous cigar.

  • I loved following my dad when he tilled the garden and looking for worms in the freshly plowed dirt.

  • What lovely illustrations (and a lot of work!!)! Congratulations!
    My grandparents built a log cabin up north, raised chickens, cows, had horses and a big red barn, complete with kittens in the hay loft. I spent Christmas and summers there, having any number of adventures from sleeping outside in a lean-to outside in the snow, to getting ‘tricked’ into drinking goat milk for breakfast and not being able to tell the difference. Being on the farm meant there was always something to do and never a dull moment!

  • this book is so lovely! my memory is of going on a field trip to a farm when i was in elementary school and holding a tiny, tiny yellow chick. it was so precious and soft. since then, it has been on my list to own chickens some day!

  • My favorite farm memories are jumping in haybales and feeding chickens as a I child. Love the illustrations in the book!

  • I have so many it’s hard to pick, but I remember heading out to the barn at my grandma’s farm and visiting the goats, but taking a stick to protect myself from the mean old rooster. I never needed it, but I was taught to be careful around him. Since then I’ve been around my best friends roosters and not worried at all. She has Black Australorps and Orpingtons, including the most gorgeous Lavender Orpingtons. I fell in love as soon as I saw them. I even did a colour palette based on them for my blog… for real love.

  • This book looks so wonderful!! My favorite memory is when I was young and my family visited my Aunt and Uncle’s farm. We were in their garden picking and eating vegetables, when my dad asked my then three year old sister if she wanted to try some peas. Confused she asked if they were the frozen kind! Laughter ensued and our reputation as those city girls was solidified.

  • my in-laws having been raising grass-fed beef the last few years, and are thinking of bringing on chickens. So basically I’m living in my favorite farm (or ranch) memories.

  • visiting any farm was a great memory for me! I still enjoy watching the tractors go down main drags making cars drive slow behind them. Chickens, ducks, and goats running around outside of fenced in areas! Thanks for the opportunity

  • I wish I HAD a far memory!!! I grew up in Long Island, near Jones Beach, so a farm experience was severly lacking. It’s never too late though!!!

  • What a beautiful book! I have many farm memories, but my favorite this year was attending a farm to plate dinner on a local farm.

  • The book looks absolutely beautiful. Congrats Julia! My favorite farm memories (also from Iowa!) are sitting in the combine “helping” my grandpa harvest, driving the tractor helping my father bale hay, raising baby chicks under the heat lamp, and spending every day in the barn playing and naming the kittens with my sister.

  • What a beautiful book, and such dedication to producing it.
    I grew up on a farm that did home kill butchery and now work for a Rural publishers that produces several farming magazines and I love it. I’ve tried living in a city and just cant hack it, leave me on a farm fending for myself any day.
    Best memorys would be riding my horse down to the beach and along the dunes most days afetr school.
    ps New Zealand really is heaven.

  • My favorite memories are biking through the country from farm to farm picking berries and gathering groceries for the week!

  • My favourite farm memory was going out to the barn to visit my horse when I was feeling down. She somehow seemed to know I was sad and would tuck her head over my shoulder to give me a horse hug.

  • My husband and I recently decided to get chickens. Living in the city we weren’t sure how this was going to work out. It has been very easy, fun, and rewarding experience. The best moment that we have experienced on the urban farm has been the fresh eggs every morning.

  • What a beautiful book!
    My favourite “farm” memory happened just a couple of days ago when the first of my backyard hens (that I raised from eggs) laid her very first egg! I danced with joy and then proceeded to call everyone I knew!

  • Your book is the bee’s knees!
    I have an urban farm in Saint Louis and my favorite farm memory is of a group of very urban high school students on a field trip. One student reached down and grabbed the green top of a veggie, gave it a tug as I told her to do, and out popped a purple carrot. All 15 students screamed in unison as loud as they could, right there in the middle of the city, to see a purple carrot come out of the ground. All 15 refused to eat it because they wanted to take it home in one piece to show their folks. This is what I live for…

  • Picking strawberries in the field and then making many jars of fresh strawberry jam in the summer kitchen.

  • Oh wow, this book looks amazing :) thanks for offering this giveaway! Well, I grew up in a country kinda town, and my parents have done the whole raising chickens thing & we also had a garden in my backyard for the first 18 years of my life. I have moved back home recently & I find myself working in the yard quite frequently….I am positive I will have a garden when I get older. Just something about taking care of a plant and watching how it grows with your care & then enjoying it with your family. Awesome :)

  • I teach a gardening, and cooking program at an inner city elementary school where we have 3 chickens that come stay in the garden each week. They are the biggest rock stars in the garden. One little girl even had a chicken lay an egg in her lap while she was holding it. I would really love to show them this book and the pictures of chicken’s combs.

  • This book is so beautiful! I have to try and win. My aunt has a hobby farm in mid-missouri, and though I didn’t get to visit it a lot when I was a kid, I have some good memories of riding her old, mellow horses, looking for frogs in the creek and morels in the woods, and setting off fireworks under the beautiful, super bright stars.

  • What an awesome idea. Such a great way for us to understand where our food comes from. I imagine kids would love this book too. My favorite farm memory is visiting my great-uncle’s dairy and learning that you best get out of the way when the cow lifts her tail.

  • I loved staying on my cousin’s farm – it was mostly about work, but also lots of new things for a city kid to learn and try. And my favorite memory is when the family hosted a giant pig roast and hundreds of people came – really amazing time.

  • as a city girl, i sadly haven’t spent much time on farms. however, when i was growing up we went to a farm on a class field trip and we ate veggie tacos (literally) in a teepee constructed of a plant’s leaves. my parents also took us to a farm in the fall to pick up pumpkins.

    fun times :)

  • During my one cross-country road trip, I saw hours and hours worth of farm land. I remember thinking, what over population problem? There’s nobody out here!!

  • My granpa used to have a farm before he must sell it. I can remember playing chef using the veggies he grew and get scolded for cutting the young plants. Now, I live in a house with a tiny backyard, so sad. Seeing this book make me feel nostalgic in a fun way.

  • I’m an American living in England and my boyfriend works on a horse racing farm in Newmarket. My favorite memories are going to the breeding farm to see the foals in the spring. Some are so timid and jumpy, others are curious and adventurous and can’t get enough of people. I love when the foals give “hugs” and rest their heads on my shoulder. There is nothing more beautiful or peaceful. I can’t stop giggling when I’m around them!

  • Riding in the tractor with my uncle on their farm in Minnesota, the coolest thing as a little girl.

  • When I was about three, I went with my grandfather to milk a cow. Though I’m in my fifties now, I still remember it. I took my son to the farm (owned by another family for at least fifty years) and he said “this is so beautiful.” it still is.

  • Looks like a lovely book. I live on a farm now – a sheep farm w/ lots of chickens so I can’t really leave a memory b/c I am living the real life. And it is not all pretty pictures like you see in books but it is rewarding and real. Can’t wait to see this in person.

  • Just two days ago we were up at my in-laws farm collecting some corn stalks for fall decor. My Father in law told us to go around the corner and there was a huge herd of deer getting dinner! This book would be great for our children so they could understand Grandpa’s farm even better.

  • My favorite farm memory is from March 10th 2011. At the tender age of 49 and 3/4, I moved to a historic farm house (on the National Register of Historic Places) from the city, never having lived on a farm before. Far from the city, that evening, weary from the move, I turned out the lights downstairs as I was headed up to bed and stopped in my tracks. “Oh my gosh, it’s so dark, I can’t see where I’m going!” I had never realized how illuminated the night sky is in the city and just how truly dark it is in the country–far from the glow of the city lights.

  • I have always loved visiting my family’s farm! I especially love to ride the horses.
    My favorite farm memories were as a child. My uncles use to take me riding on the tractors, or if I was really lucky, the four-wheelers. We would go feed the cattle or check the irrigation systems.

  • Both sets of my grandparents lived the farm life — one in Pennsylvania with a peach and apple orchard and strawberry patches and the other in Germany, where they raised chickens and rabbits along with various fruits and vegetables and walked in the woods looking for mushrooms. I feel blessed to have learned from them so many practical things about simple and pure living which truly creates a beautiful daily life.

  • So beautiful; form and function! My favorite farm memories are always harvest time–picking, picking, picking. Busy but wonderful! Then decisions on what to do to process each thing.

  • Favorite farm memory… spending a semester of high school on a farm in Vermont. Getting up early in the winter, climbing into the hayloft in my winter boots and throwing hay down to the quiet cows.

  • Lovely book! My favourite farm memory was in the farm garden picking and eating raspberries with grandma. Their super fresh sweetness summed up that beautiful day. :)

  • GREAT book! I just became a new chicken mama this past April. We live on a small piece of land bordered by woods on two sides. I call it a farm…my friend calls it a “farmette.”
    xo, Cheryl

  • I LOVE LOVE LOVE the illustrations in this book! And I come from a small farming family myself. I must have this book!!

  • My grandparents were diary farmers so my mom and her brothers grew up around cows. I will never forget as a child, going to the huge barn where the cows were milked and all the wonderful smells – the cows, the straw, the faint smell of souring milk – all these are great and wonderful memories to me. Even now, the scent of cows flashes me back to my childhood at the dairy farm.

  • i’ve worked on an organic veggie farm in new hampshire for the past two years. we have tea time almost every day around 10:30. on really rainy, cold days the ducks and this big goose, lucy, come hang out near the over hang we sit under. lucy is really loud and doesn’t really sound like a regular goose, so she makes crazy noises while the ducks all shake their cute duck bums around in the puddles. its quite the site

  • Beautiful!
    Each year we had a family reunion at a monastery in Kentucky where my great uncle was a monk (yes, seriously). The monks raised cows to make cheese they would sell to the public. My cousins and I would spend the day scampering around in the woods then sprint across the cow field for dinner, scared to death the cows would stampede. Yeah, we definitely were not farm kids.

  • My favorite farm memory happens every day when I look out my window in the early morning, watching my 11,10, and 7 year old children doing the morning chores. They milk our Jersey, feed and water chickens and turkeys and water our plants while our Golden Retriever romps around, happy to have the kids near. It’s a miracle that these kids can accomplish all this without (usually) arguing! They come in to strain the milk and I serve them breakfast, many times made from the produce of our little homestead. Then it’s time for school! I wouldn’t trade this life for anything in the world!! You’re book looks like something my kids would crowd on the couch and look at during Mom’s Quiet Time! :^)

  • I love the book! I have some farm memories from my grandparents farm in Kansas, but having recently bought a farm, I’m creating new farm memories from everyday life. My favorite story to tell involves the reality of farm today, as I must still work by telecommuting in order to make a living. While facilitating a conference call, my doe Girly (a goat) got stuck in a fence line because of her horns. I had to juggle my cell phone and facilitate a discussion all while freeing her as she very loudly voiced her complaints. Luckily, my conference call attendees are use to hearing all species of background noise when I’m on a call!

  • What a truly stunning book filled with whimsy, colourful art and a chance to learn many new things! I dream of living on a farm…..even after being chased by a bull when I was a little girl. The sounds, colours and energy of a farm delight me in many ways. Thanks for sharing your amazing talent for capturing the essence of daily life on a farm.

  • This book is so beautiful! My favourite farm memory is picking the perfect pumpkins with my mom and sister to carve out at home for Halloween! I loved to ride the tractor to the pumpkin patch, and then spend time with some of the farm animals.

  • Chasing friends through corn fields. Peeking inside s soybean pod for the first time. Holding a newborn piglet. Holding a newborn chick. Stroking velvety goats’ ears. Eating cherry tomatoes off the vine. Listening to the wind rush through the corn stalks. Whispering secrets in the barn loft. Riding in a tractor. Riding on a horse. Riding in a hay wagon. Feeling a sense of belonging to the earth.

  • How beautiful :D I always loved coming across old photos of my Grandfather on the farm! But my favourite is when I went out to visit a friend of my boyfriends who is taking over the family farm one day. I met all of the goats and the mischievous new barn kittens that ganged up and took down a chicken! He is covered in tattoos and definitely not the stereotypical farmer, which I loved.

  • This book is entirely too charming! Sadly, I did not grow up anywhere near a farm, but my mom did. She and my aunt and uncle spent summers away from Detroit, on their grandparents’ farm in Arkansas, so my favorite farm memory comes by way of her. Apparently they were quite the daredevils, unafraid of anything. So one day they took a notion to toss firecrackers into the bull’s pen. That’s the day they learned how much you can really piss off a bull. From then on they stuck to tossing firecrackers into the outhouse.

  • what a beautiful book! my favorite farm memory is helping my grandmother pick okra pods. my little fingers were raw by the end of that! but that night when she fried them up fresh, I forgot all about my sore hands.

  • Great book! My favorite memories are of my grandfather’s farm in Greece and the baby bunnies :-)

  • Eating raspberries straight of the bush. Then I saw the little wormy, caterpillar things…hahahahahHa!

  • I spent three years of my youth living on a retired chicken farm. The concrete-floored barn made the best all-season bike riding track and roller skating rink. We were a popular venue for all our friends who enjoyed year-round wheeled sports!

    This book looks amazing! Sure hope I win…but if I don’t it’s on my holiday wish list.

  • This book is gorgeous! The illustration style reminds me of my own, except she had a lot more time and energy! My favorite memory was my grandfather teaching me how to drive our tractor in Georgia when I was only 6 years old!

  • My grandparents had an acre, but the way it was laid out, it was a farm to me. Grandpa would get me up early when we visited from Mexico. It was chilly and we’d move quietly me holding his hand so I wouldn’t get lost as we wound our way past the hedges. First to the chicken coop to sneak our hands into the wooden bins looking for eggs. I remember the quiet little chicken noises with pleasure. We’d move to the garden, looking for ripe vegetables and stop by the orchard to pick peaches for breakfast. Our last stop was to the claw footed tub that had been moved out to the side of the house and feed the fish grandma had put out there. Pure early morning delight for a little girl visiting from another country.

  • What a great looking and fun book. I have never lived on a farm, but had a friend in elementary school whose father did. My favorite farm memory from spending weekends with them, was milking the goats and turning the cream into homemade, hand cranked peach ice cream. Eating that ice cream after playing in the pond and swinging from the role swing made for some really great times.

  • OMG; should really the number 520 (comment!) be my lucky one?! This post made me laugh with delight and I am still smiling, after reading the above pages – it’s exactly the type of book I love to own and read again and again.
    When I was a child we worked every Saturday at my grand-parents home and we got to know the ‘weekend farming’ life to love and appreciate. It took me years before I could eat meat because I saw ‘my’ animals and only slowly I learned to separate ‘Erika’ from the piece of meat on a plate….
    May I be lucky! :)

  • I was born and raised in the city, so when I found myself in a small farm town for college it was a wholly new experience! The smells, the sights of speckled and brown cows dotting the fields, the sounds of braying. I quickly fell in love. My favorite farm memory was when a farm brought two cows into two for an event in front of a cookies and milk shop. All of these small children were gathered around the cows too nervous to touch, but in awe of the giant animal in front of them (Sparkles and Bubbles were the cows’ names!). My 20-year old self inched closer into the crowed of small kids and asked, “Can I pet her?” My eyes were shining. it was the first time I had been so close to a farm animal!

  • Having my dad scold me for eating more strawberries than I put in the picking basket.
    This looks like a wonderful book.

  • This book is so beautiful!! My favorite farm memory was riding an ATV with my grandfather all through the cherry orchard. We’d stop and pick cherries and he’d teach me about farm life. I love that memory.

  • What a great encyclopedia of info! I’m a beginner backyard farmer and recently got three chickens (only three to see how it goes)! Yesterday, I trimmed some fat off of a roast I was putting into the crockpot and thought the chickens may be interested in the scraps. (My aunt, who kept chickens, used to give her chickens all kinds of scraps.) So, I head out to the pen, and before I could even get through the gate, one of them, Colette, grabbed the first piece of fat and ran off with it! I thought, well they must like it. I offered a piece to Poulette, she too ran off with it, and I gave the largest piece to the the smallest chicken, Fifi. Well, she didn’t get to eat it! Her sisters had finished theirs, saw that she had a piece, and proceeded to chase her around the pen for three or four minutes at break neck speed cackling up a storm like they were being tortured. (I didn’t know chickens could even run that fast). They finally cornered her, tackled her, and pulled the fat apart in a tug-of-war! So, poor Fifi, comes over to me and looks up, as longingly as a chicken can look. I went back into the house, cut off two small pieces of fat and took them out just for her. Who knew chickens could be such relentless chow hounds!

  • Where to start… my memories of farm living and life. We always were surrounded by animals as children, we had goats for milk, my aunt raises turkeys and honey bees in Maine, we had a menagerie of useless pets(as my papa told us over and over again) bunnies, dogs, cats, birds that were free to fly around our house, and reptiles. It was not until college that I found that I did not understand one farm friend… the chicken, we never had them growing up and I always assumed that is was a space issue. We traded goat milk for chicken eggs from a family friend. I went to college and moved in with my uncle and family in Rhode Island. I went to help my cousin that first morning and man oh man I could not bring my self to get into that run with them… I worked on trying to get used to them or at least not freaking out when they came towards me. My marm came for a visit and I briefly mentioned my deep fear of these farm friends. She looked at me and said I have to tell you something”when you were little and we were living on the farm and rooster attacked you”. She told me that my papa and her decided not to get chickens when they moved into the new Homestead. So, now I have four children and I have made it a point to have chickens. My children love them and I can now pet them and not run in fear.

  • My favorite farm memory was a rooster we had named Chuck. Chuck was twice as big as all our other roosters and for some reason extremely aggressive. So much so that we had to peak around corners and rush into the hen house and back out with the eggs before he could trap us in there. My dad even made us wooden swords to defend ourselves, should Chuck end up getting the jump on us.

  • My favorite memory of farm life was the first time I saw a fresh egg – it was brown, a color I had never seen before! All the eggs I’d ever seen before were white. I remember wanting to know if I could take it home and hatch it!

  • Staying up until dawn one new year and watching through cold glass as the curious brood tentatively stepped out into the first snowfall of the winter. Red feathers and chicken prints against the drift.

  • Such a pretty book! Beautiful illustrations. I grew up in the country and my favorite memory was going way out into the middle of a grassy field with a blanket, some food and a book. I could just layout there for ever looking up at the sky. Sigh! Miss that.

  • Oh, the sweet smell of hay after mowing, the sound of the baler, ka-chunk, ka-chunk. The neat stacks of hay bales in the barn, the horses munching. Riding the horse.

  • My favorite farm memory is of my grandfather’s summer garden. He grew tomatoes, squash, onions, okra, asparagus, swiss chard … I always looked forward to the fresh tastes that my grandmother would put together with our bounty of food. When I was really young I remember my grandfather talking me into trying swiss chard for a quarter, I wasn’t too convinced but tried it anyway.

  • Picking fresh fruits and veggies rather than buying them at a supermarket … nothing better!

  • exciting giveaway! i remember the first farm i ever visited, there was a precious little calf with a big black spot in the shape of a heart on his side. as a little girl who put hearts on everything, i was in love!

  • As a little girl my Grandmother told me that on the farm even the rocks grow! She pointed to the very large rock by the well as proof and explained how it grew larger with every Spring. She explained how when SHE was a little girl it was just a little stone… Ah, the very old and the very young…and neither aware of erosion!

  • Carrying my then 3-year old city girl to bed after her first glorious day on a rural Vermont farm, she snuggled up against me and sighed, “Mommy, all my life I’ve always dreamed of living on a farm!”

  • There are so many farm stories that are so close to my heart but only one comes to mind that makes me still cry with laughter and make fun of my sister even now with us being in our 30s! I grew up on an 80 acre farm with my 5 older brothers and sister. My sister was always the animal advocate and cried every time my dad had a raccoon trapped or when we had to kill an animal to eat it. One day, one of our chickens had baby chicks and one of the baby chicks had a broken leg. The other chicks would just walk all over him (each animal had a gender and name for my sister and me). So my sister decided she would save his life. We made a leg splint tiny enough for a baby chick and kept him separate from the other chicks until he could walk on his own. On the big day of his release into the yard with the other chicks the family knew it was a big celebration so we all gathered around while my sister got ready for the release. Upon letting him on the ground the family (all 8 of us) stood watching in pride and a little ridiculousness because my sister is so funny when it came to animals. Just as she sat the little healed chick on the ground, a huge hawk swopped down and picked it up and flew off with him. We all stood in silence with our jaws on the ground!!! My sister started screaming bloody murder and we were all cracking up laughing. It was sad for my sister but it was a necessary farm life lesson to learn.

  • Wow, I love this book! My mom grew up on a farm and the farmhouse was still in the family when I was a kid. We’d go out to the field where grandma and grandpa still had a giant vegetable garden and pick our own halloween pumpkins. Grandma gave us a loony (canadian one dollar coin) for every tomato hornworm we found and squished. We used to have huge bonfires out there, and I remember trying to stay up late enough to see an eclipse. This was before we moved to the States, and these farm days are some of my happiest childhood memories.

  • My omi’s family farm in Bavaria is run by her twin brother. A thunderstorm was on the horizon and there was hay in the fields ready to be harvested. All the adults had to follow the tractor/mower and rake up the hay into long mounded rows for the baler to pick it up before the rain started. This was a hot steamy summer day in the foothills of the Alps and everyone was wearing shorts and tank-tops. I was 7 and got to ride in the tractor cab.

  • My favorite farm memory is jumping back and forth between two enormous stacks of hay in the barn. They were probably about 12 feet high. Our parents would always warn us that we wouldn’t be able to breathe if we got stuck in between them, but the element of danger made it way more fun.

  • This book looks beautiful. My fondest memory was picking strawberries with my grandma on the farm in Nebraska and sitting in the hatch back of her little blue car eating handfuls of them.

  • I didn’t grow up in a farm, i’m really a city girl that always wanted to have a little bit of a farm with me here. Although i was lucky enough to have grown up in a house with a big yard and my dad had a farm that was a 2 hour drive from home. I learned a lot going with him every month. He grew zucchini, tomato, jalapeños, serrano chiles, and cucumber. My fondest memory is the taste of fresh water from the stream that ran through the east part of the land. We always had fresh veggies and a beautiful place to go on the weekends.

  • I live in a tropical country, so strawberries aren’t usually grown except in places where the temperature is a little colder– usually up in the mountains. My parents are scientists who work in plant breeding, and I was quite young at the time, maybe only four or five years old. They were supposed to be going up for research work, but I got to tag along. It took maybe eight hours to get up there, making our way carefully up a winding road that gradually led up to the summit.

    The strawberry farm wasn’t our actual destination, but it happened to be nearby. They took a detour so we could get down and pick some berries (supervised, of course). I’ve never tasted any berries as delicious as those.

  • I remember going to our uncle’s farm with my brothers and all of our cousins for huge feasts from the harvest! Before everyone ate, while the adults were visiting and finishing the food, all of us kids would go to the tallest part of the farm and jump down into the hay. I remember feeling like I could fly!!

  • I grew up on family farm in Ohio, and I loved it. I live in the city now, but I’ll be back there some day. I can’t stay away. One of my favorite memories growing up is riding around with my dad ‘checking crops’. In the spring we would drive around town past all the fields. When we would get to one of his he would slow the truck way down and just stare out the window at the rows of tiny corn, beans, and wheat. Cars would come up behind us, get frustrated, honk and pass us, or if it was a fellow farmer they’d smile and wave as they slowly passed. He never cared if people got angry. He was in his element, his quiet place. There’s something beautiful about farming and investing yourself in the land. These days there’s a lot of science that goes into farming, but at the end of the day you put the seed in the ground and it grows. One of the life’s simplest miracles.

  • What a beautifully illustrated book. I fondly remember when I was young, my parents used to take me to visit farms near my home in New Zealand to watch thousands of sheep roaming around, and help to baby lambs during springtime.

  • My favorite farm memory is riding on a tractor when I was little. The cover of the book reminded me of that..and all the nostalgia and fresh air that came with it. Can’t wait to see the whole book!

  • gorgeous book! incredibly inspiring.

    meeting my husband at an organic dairy farm in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. I organized a “field day” at the farm and Ben was an organic dairy farmer. It was love at first site. Today, we work together making furniture and sculpture with reclaimed farm machinery – here’s to the power of farm love!

  • I guess I’m not the only one wishing I lived in the country instead of the city. It’s comforting to know that I’m not alone….I’m going to start a campaign to locate the country souls. Thanks for a book that has the emotional feel of the free country spirit!

  • My parents used to take me to the farm at UConn. I always loved visiting the cows and getting delicious watermelon sherbert afterwards!

  • I grew up on a small organic dairy and CSA in southern Vermont, so as you can imagine, I have a huge bank of memories to cull from. Seeing these illustrations reminds me of a harvesting story that my mother likes to tell about me…
    We had regular chores growing up which changed with the seasons. This particular day I must have been about ten years old, my mother sent me to the garden to harvest the onions that were ready to go to market and farm shares. I felt so proud that she trusted that I knew which onions to pick. I headed straight to the rows of onions and proceeded to pull up every one I could find.
    I brought the harvest back to the house for my mother to see…my mother was immediately disappointed. I had picked a row of baby onions–barely grown and about the size of a large grape! I was devastated. I felt I had wasted food and hard work–and there were still the RIGHT onions left to harvest!
    My mother saw my discouragement and turned the situation around quickly. She processed them immediately and put them away as pearl onions for special dinners. That Thanksgiving we all ate the caramelized onions with our peas and remarked that if I hadn’t made the mistake, we wouldn’t have had such a lovely dinner. In the end, it began a tradition of harvesting onions young so each Thanksgiving from then on we had my favorite onions and peas from our garden.

    Thank you Julia for such a lovely tribute to the farm and garden!

    Molly Hatch

  • Oh there are so many good memories of the farm, me chasing the goats, the goats chasing me! Sleeping in the grain cart, building forts in the hay loft, my chicken named Snow White, daring each other to touch the electric fence, that sweet warm smell of the milk room. Such good memories.

  • My only farm memories come from reading Charlotte’s Web, but this book is beautiful!

  • I’m a city-dweller now but I grew up on a farm. My favorite memory is getting up in the half-light of morning to feed the animals before school. Everything was so quiet except for the munching sounds, and the hay smelled so nice. It felt like all the critters were letting you in on a secret. In the winter, the air was so cold that our nose-hairs would freeze together on the short trek from house to barn, but with animals inside there was just enough warmth to thaw out again – we’d put our fingers in the horses’ fur to warm them up again once everyone was fed.

  • Walking through the fields to find the perfect pumpkin, hayrides and hot cinnamon applesauce made in a big black cauldron!

  • My favorite memory from a farm would have to be the summer we grew tomatoes and mom let us have a tomatoes fight with the rotten ones that the birds had started in on! Not much of a farm but it’s a fun memory!

  • When I was growing up, we had a mini-farm — raising one cow, 2 pigs and chickens ever year to fill the freezer full of meat and a gigantic garden full of veggies to eat, pickle and can. Best memory: canning pears with my grandmother.

  • I grew up in rural WI. While we never lived on a farm – we were town kids – we visited and played on many a farm in our youth. Chasing barn cats and playing with litters of kittens, climbing into the loft, and running through empty silos are all fond memories. One memory that stands out is when around 7 we visited a friends farm and I was wearing my most awesome David Cassidy iron-on t-shirt when one of the cows licked my belly. And David Cassidy’s face. I was mortified. I’m not sure what I was so adverse to – the cow didn’t kiss ME, but at the time it was a major crisis in my world.

  • @ laura o – i think you win.

    love the pics of sketches – it’s beautiful! wish my projects allowed for this kind of process more often!

    my favorite memory is of my cousin, kate, and i sneaking off to the barn (when we were 8 or so) where she made me climb into the cab of the mint green f-150 and told me to “drive”. of course, i didn’t want to look dumb so i tried – but she soon figured me out. so the country girl triumphantly showed the city girl how to navigate that beast into the field outside the barn for a ride i’ll never forget. i smile every time i see one of those trucks remembering kate and i’s secret.

  • Growing up my Auntie Puzy had a little farm. My two younger sisters and I had so many allergies we weren’t allowed to have any pets with hair (dogs, cats, horses etc) which we all longed for. One day our Mom agreed and Auntie Puzy gave us a baby duckling as our very first pet. We named her Daffy (even though she was a girl). She waddled around behind us like we were her Mom, slept in our shoes… We LOVED her. It got a bit complicated when she got bigger and could fly as out neighbours would call to say Daffy was swimming in their pools or up on theirs roofs. People tend to think I’m lying when I say the only pet as I had a child was Daffy the duck :)

  • I’ve lived on a farm all my life. Well, not your traditional sense of a farm, really. But a farm nonetheless. My parents own a 40 acres tree farm, complete with an apple orchard of 100 trees. My favorite part of coming home from is running through our forest and picking Honeycrisp apples the size of softballs off of the trees. The older I get, the more exciting those select trips home have become!

  • My favorite farm memory is from the summers I spent on my uncle and aunt’s dairy farm growing up. We would sit in my aunts garden and hand churn milk from the cows into ice cream. As the summer got hotter we would make more and more ice cream.

  • When I was 4 years old, my mom and I grew a giant pumpkin to enter into the fall fair. It seemed like it was as big as a car to me then, but looking at the photos, it wasn’t quite that big. It was too big to fit in my red wagon though and we had to use grown men to hoist it into the back of a pickup truck. We won 3rd prize. The 1st and 2nd prize pumpkins were enormous! I was so proud of growing something so huge and I have a great picture of me sitting on top of my prize winning pumpkin with my ribbon and the biggest smile on my face.

  • I am so fascinated by farm illustrations right now. This book is amazing! My favorite farm memory was when I learned to milk my neighbor’s cow when I was about seven. I remember being both grossed out & amazed by the process.

  • My grandparents had a small farm in northern Indiana. We played corn row racing. We each found a row of corn, and raced down the row at breakneck speed trying to beat our sibling to the other end. It was most fun late in the season when the corn was taller than us! I also remember the chickens that laid pastel colored eggs. They were like pre-died Easter eggs. And I laughted at my grandfather’s dog who came along and ate the grapes she could reach from the bottom of the arbor. Those grapes were to be made into jelly and wine–not dog food!

  • Favorite farm memories… horseback riding, claw foot tubs, and a quarter pipe skateboard ramp in the barn! Beautiful book, thank you!

  • This book looks INCREDIBLE! My sweetest farm memory was driving a tractor for the very first time on my own 33 acres. My land is super hilly and there are hidden holes everywhere, so it was a lot more exciting than I would have ever believed. Now it’s one of my favorite things to do in the world. :-)

  • Wow! I really love this book! The colors are so vivid and the simplistic renderings really give me a feeling of home cooked goodness. I have always been a visual learner since I was a child and have always wanted to have a garden (or mini farm- at least chickens!) of my own! I can’t wait for the arrival of this book and would really love a free copy of it!

  • My farm memory would be of having sheep & chickens. The sheep had individual personalities & chickens are such funny little birds!

  • I grew up on a small farm in Western Washington. My favorite farm memory is not of eating fresh corn or watching lambs frolic (although those are nice memories too), but of a rather fateful chicken incident. Once when I was getting eggs from the chicken coop, a rooster jumped on my back. I never forgave him, and when his time came on the “chopping block” my father let me cut his head off with an axe. I was four. He then, sans head, chased me around the field for a good 5 minutes, just like the saying goes.

  • Growing up on a farm with my grandmother, she used to squirt me with milk, straight from the cow’s teat. We also used to have watermelon fights out in the yard with over-ripe watermelons.

  • this book looks awesome. I love the art!

    one of my favorite farm experiences was going to a lavender farm. we got to walk around and pick a bunch. just being out in the sun with the scent of lavender all around was amazing. the farms gift shop had all sorts of great things, like all natural lavender cleaners. we took our lavender home to enjoy in all sorts of ways, visually and gastronomically. my favorite thing I made was lavender lemonade.

  • When I was very little, growing up in Oskaloosa Kansas, my sisters and I used to go to Great Aunt Betty’s farmstead. We would walk over there from her sea green colored house with the covered porch and gawk at the peacocks and feed the animals and squeal at anything that approached us. Later we would eat dried fruit, fresh jams and homemade yeast rolls in her small kitchen. If my grandpa was feeling particularly mischievous, which he usually was, he would give my little sister and I rides in his wooden cart behind his red tractor. I remember bumping along with the sun warm and full in our faces, laughing and feeling on top of the world.

  • This book looks awesome! One of my favorite farm memories is of feeding goats with my granddad. Whenever I would visit, this was a favorite job with which to help. And the goats would eat anything! They were lots of fun.

  • the book is realy wonderful!
    My favorite farm memory was when I plant a peach tree in the garden of my grandmother. I was 4 or 5 years old. And every summer when I visit my grandparents I watch it grawing up. Unfortunatly I don’t really shore if my tree is steel there. May be one day I will go there and find it…

  • I love Julia Rothman’s illustrations- so handsome! When I was little, I loved cupping the newborn fuzzy chicks n my hands at my grandmother’s farm. I had to be very careful and what joy I got from listening to them chirp!

  • One of my favorite memories on the farm is digging for potatoes with my grandfather in his garden.

  • This past May I had the absolute pleasure of spending a month WWOOFing (www.wwoof.org) on a small goat farm run by a blind, singing Englishmen off the coast of Cork County in Ireland. Every morning, as we were milking the goats, the farmer would serenade his herd while the harsh Irish wind and rain lashed against the milking parlor door. The experience was surreal, to say the least, and it will stick with me forever…

  • I recently visited a peach farm. The dear sweet grandpa who was tending to the fruit stand introduced me to 2 geese…Happy and Birthday.

  • I am currently living what is to be my first ‘farm’ memory. My husband and I just moved across the country to a tiny town in Iowa after having our first child, to be closer to his family. I know very little about farm and country life, but have quickly fallen in love with my new home. Just last night, we had a conversation about corn harvest schedules- that was new!

  • I’m lucky that I get to have a new favorite memory every week when I do my weekly CSA pickup at a nearby farm. I get to drive 20 mins out into the country, visit with chickens, pick beans, herbs, fresh flowers and fruit and collect my weekly bag of veggies. The farmers are a lovely couple who greet us with a smile and are always around to chat. A book like this would sure come in handy to get me through the winter months when, unfortunately, the CSA is over!

  • I grew up on a farm, and I always loved it in spite of the difficulties of country living. My favorite memory isn’t one specific incident, but a lifelong pattern my dad had (still has) of turning anything into a teachable moment. He loved to bring unusual bugs and critters up to the house for us to see, taught me the names of trees, to take note of hawks circling, etc. I love to do the same for friends who visit the country now!

  • My favorite Farm Memory is waking up on a beautiful spring morning to the sound of new life – lambs, chicks, ducklings and foals. A beautifully illustrated book are prints available?

  • So beautiful. every year we would visit my sister and her family in iowa. they lived on a farm and it was always magical to be with family, in the middle of all of that peace and quiet and beauty.

  • I grew up on a farm and I have tons of memories but I clearly remember having a pet sheep, a turtle, many many cats and dogs and I was having so much fun with them :)

  • city gal, but i married a country boy– his family has land next to a mid-size cattle farm and there’s something eerie and yet comforting about the sound of the cattle

  • I grew up in Iowa and loved playing in the old barn at my grandparents’ house. Now city dwellers, my husband and I visit local farms every fall to give us a sense of connection to the land and our food producers.

  • My grandparents had a working farm until I was about 10. I remember being terrified of the cows and absolutely in love with the golden retriever puppies they used to have. I used to play house in between rows of Christmas trees every winter and when I was older, I first learned to drive on the tractor. I’m hoping that one day I can provide my kids with wonderful memories of childhood on the farm just as I had!

  • My grandmother and grandfather used to drive me and my sisters to a farm about twenty minutes away when we stayed with them in the summer. I remember driving up and down over Pocono hills to a little farmstand where my grandma would buy pounds and pounds of blueberries. She swore they were the best. I loved traipsing through the rows of vegetables, and I loved knowing that the berries we couldn’t eat right away were destined for the freezer, to be turned into pies and ice creams during the cold winter months.

  • This book looks amazing! Beautiful and full of useful content. I’m an organic vegetable farming who came into the field with absolutely no farming background and am often rooting around on the internet and in books for information on vegetable growing and livestock. I definitely want to add this book to my farm resource collection :) My blog about my farm journey is at http://www.justblacksheep.com if anyone’s interested!

  • My recent experience at a farm was just last year. I took my 3 year old niece to go visit the cows, chickens, goats and pigs. She loved feeding the goats and having them lick her hand to get every last morsel. She was giggling the entire time…so cute!

  • I grew up with a boy scout like father. Didn’t live on a farm but we had some cool animals! Maggie the Hen was the best. She once hopped on the roof rack of the old Ford station wagon and we did not notice her until we drove about 3 miles. Stopped and there she was, clinging on for her dear life, feathers all ruffled up and quite scared! Maggie was part of our family, she came in for holiday photos and we actually helped her birth fertilized duck eggs!!! They were adorable and Maggie loved them!

  • Visiting my dearest friend who is working hard on a horticulture farm on Orcas Island. It was amazing to see all of the thoughtful innovations and organization on the farm, and most of all the camaraderie that the farmers shared. It was quite inspiring a city girl such as myself!

  • Oh my gosh, how are you going to read all of these!?

    My favorite farm memory…really a “farm” memory…
    My whole family lived in a Raleigh suburb in North Carolina, not on a farm at all. But every year, when I was little, my aunt and grandfather would get me to help sew grass seed by telling me that I was feeding the chickens. We would throw out the seed saying “Here, chickie chickie,” until the yard was covered. Whenever I asked where the chickens were, my aunt would tell me that chickens don’t like kids and they were hiding from me. So my whole life I thought that my grandmother kept chickens in her back yard and I didn’t realize that it wasn’t true until one day in college I brought up the chickens we used to have, and was met with blank stares by the whole family.

  • I remember my patient grandfather explaining to me that you spread out the chicken feed, and pile up the horse feed so that the animals can “optimize the use of parts they have for eatin'”. For six years in a row I would forget and spread out the horse feed and pile up the chicken feed during visits to the farm.

  • this book looks devine!!!
    my family have a farm and i often visit as a retreat from the city…
    my favourite farm memory is also one of the funniest. i was determined to proove that a city girl could move all the goats, sheep and cows from one paddock to the other unassisted. however no one told me about rambo the nasty ram. apparently he did not appreciate me moving all his lady sheep away – so he decided to move me away! they dont look fast but boy can they run. needless to say the family thought it was hilarious to see me being chased by rambo!

  • After a long day of mucking about, riding horses and feeding potty lambs all us kids (5 at a time) would be washed in a big yellow bath with water warmed on the stove and carried in.

  • I studied Agriculture Engineering in college, perhaps because I was 100% urban and knew nothing about the country. My favorite memory was when we studied bovine anatomy. My friend Lola wanted very much to peek inside a cow’s mouth, to see the teeth. We went out to the barn, and Lola shook a bouquet of wild flowers in front of a cow, to see if it would open its mouth. What the cow did was to give a gale-force sneeze, which showered Lola in spit and snot. We laughed so hard she didn’t speak to us for a week.

  • I love this stunning book! And I love that Julia gave us all a peek at how she put it together.

    My favorite farm memory is when my brother and I were little and each summer our family would drive through farm country on the way to our aunt’s house in upstate New York.

  • My favorite farm memories are yet to come. Our son is just over 2 months old and I am so excited to watch him experience caring for the animals and growing our food as he grows. Thanks for the giveaway!

  • Such a beautiful book…my favorite but most frightening memory at a farm was being chased by a Brahma bull. My dad swooped me up and saved me from certain injury, it reminds me of just how much my dad always has my back!

  • Oh my gosh! These illustrations are so beautiful. My father worked on the family dairy farm during his summers, and although I don’t do that, we visit this farm for a few days every summer for a family reunion. Still lots of cow patties about, but we mostly spend time eating a crazy amount of homemade desserts, laughing, and speeding around the pastures in go-karts.

  • Watching my children chase pigs and chickens, poke their heads into the chicken coop, and explore the barn to find a beautiful red horse in her stable, and a mother cat and her litter of chickens in the loft.

  • The book is wonderful! Can’t wait to see “the real thing!”. My favorite farm memory is being so excited to take my then 3 year old daughter to the petting area of the farm. All was wonderful until we had to pull 1/2 of her dress out of a goat’s mouth! She learned their feeding habits that day!!

  • Having grown up in the Adirondack Mountains, farm life was not very familiar to me. I remember visiting cousins in Champlain NY and being frightened by the size of their neighbor’s cows. Black bears didn’t scare me, but I was seriously concerned about those cows!

  • As an animal science major, livestock are my life! This book is a wonderful dream! I’m not much of a horse person, I like the gentile nature of a cow vs the unpredictability of a horse, but there is nothing in this world that compares to riding a horse full gallop. Nothing.

  • The illustrations are stunning.

    My favorite farm memory is difficult to pin down. Perhaps my first tractor ride with my husband or watching my daughter sporting overalls and following grandpa all around!

  • It wasn’t quite a farm, but my Oma and Opa had chickens when I was a kid. When we incubated and hatched a chick in my preschool class, I got to take her home because she could live with Oma and Opa’s chickens. Being 4-year olds, we named the chick “Chickie” :) One day, when I have my own house, I hope to have chickens. Thanks for the chance to win! Julia Rothman’s illustrations are always my favorite!

  • My favorite farm memory? I was about 10. My friend and I would take a drapery hook from my mom’s curtains and go the chicken house. We would poke a hole in each end of an egg and blow out the contents. Then we would paint the egg shell is some fabulous, crazy design.

  • I love harvest time – when the big trucks rumble down gravel roads, farmers eat dinner in the fields and the combines hum late into the night.

  • What a gorgeous book! There is a farm right down the street from us — my favorite farm memory is walking there weekly with my children to buy fresh eggs.

  • My favorite farm memories involve me being a very precocious child. I grew up in a house that was adjacent to my neighbor’s farm. I would spend entire summer days in the woods behind my house, playing pretend boarding school. When it was time to go to lacrosse practice (I was very serious), I’d wander onto my neighbor’s farm land (open spaces for the lacrosse field of course) and sometimes come across a cow roaming the pasture. I would get so angry at the cow for ruining *MY* pretend play time. And then I’d run like crazy back into the woods because cows are really, really huge.

  • when i was young, i used to go stay at my cousins farm for a couple weeks every summer. i loved it. SO MUCH TO DOOOO!!! i think that my most favorite thing was when a baby calf was born. which happened frequently…. my second would be riding on the hayrack every morning going to get grass/hay for the cows. i remember 1 time very distinctly as we were forking the hay up and i got stabbed in the leg with a pitchfork. not fun:(. i loved the farm, and before i die, id love to live on a farmette, with chickens, maybe a couple piggies, and a goat, lamb, well you get it….:)

  • Goodness gracious this is a gorgeous book!!! My Aunt Nikki had goats on her farms when I was a kid. She taught me how to milk the goats, but my hands were so small I had to use both hands to get the milk out of one teat… Everyone had a laugh about my other hand having to pinch the milk out, it’s a fond memory that I haven’t thought of in years :) thanks for that!

  • I grew up on a dairy farm in Wisconsin. However we had more than just cows. We had chickens, geese, barn cats, honey bees… and we even adopted wild burros from the Bureau of Land Management in Arizona, one of them being pregnant.
    My favorite memory (of many) was getting a called to the principal’s office when I was in third grade to be told my mother called to let me know “Sweetheart” a brand new donkey had been born. This was on Valentine’s Day. I was 8 and filled with glee when I came home and made a new friend. All ears and legs. I was one lucky kid!

  • My grandmother had a family farm in North Dakota that I used to visit as a young girl. The old farmhouse was built by my great-grandfather in the early 1900’s. The doors were low and narrow, the steep stairs creaked, the cellar was made of packed and oiled dirt. It was surrounded by miles of farmland… I remember sleeping in a tiny upstairs bedroom under the gabled roof and just feeling the history. It was a subtle but very powerful experience!

  • The joy of new life in the spring, calves, pigs, fresh food on the table, blackberry picking and the inevitable stains that went with it …. Farm life is the best!

  • Wow, how beautiful. It’s also really interesting to see the different steps it takes to illustrate a book like that. Very cool.

  • What a lovely book! Please send me one! My favorite farm memory is the McDonald mobile farm visiting my pre-primary class at school.. We held and played with the animals. I still love feeding the young at the Royal Show, an Autralian carnival. In fact, I did yesterday at the Perth royal Show! I was the only adult in the petting pen who wasn’t supervising a child. And I didn’t care one bit.

  • I guess I am pretty much a city (or city adjacent) girl. I don’t have much memories of a farm. I think the last (and only) time I went to a legitimate farm was two years ago when I visited Oregon. We ended up at a friend of a friend’s farm and ended up picking some peaches.

  • What an awesome book – would make quite the “story book” in my household with the kids.

    Never been to a farm, but have been to a milk production factory and its quite the experience!

  • This looks like so much fun to just open up and peruse. Personally, I love hay rides and pumpkin picking, but my favorite farm memory involved apple picking last autumn with my boyfriend.

  • My favorite farm memory is walking around with week-old chicks at bucky’s farm in rural ohio – 2 doors down from grandma’s house. i was always up for going to grandma’s house just so i could go over and play with chickies.

  • Is this giveaway still going on?? My very first job was in 8th grade at a farm market and I looooved it. There’s something so calm, wholesome, and warm about spending time on a farm with people who work with their hands.

  • Well, among the many memories of my husband’s parent’s farm (chopping wood, making soup, canning pickles, winter walks), which we visit often, is that we got married there this summer. Friends and family, more potato salad than you could shake a stick at, a giant tent filled with picnic tables and wildflowers, a barn dance and a full moon. It was magical! I’d live on the land if I didn’t get lonely for a coffee shop, being the city girl I am! We call it The Great Divide – it’s a compromise, you’re never really satisfied in either environment! So far, though, the city is winning out. :)

  • I have recently fallen in love with these informative, illustrated books. It reminds me of one I snagged the other day: Make Your Place: Affordable, Sustainable Nesting Skills. They’re both just so beautiful and so full of great knowledge! Thanks for sharing; I can’t wait to pick up a copy!!

  • Amazing book, the illustrations are just beautiful. I spent many many summers on my grandparents farm as a child, and when I started highschool we moved right into their little town for a new start and to be closer to family. My favourite memories of that little place probably all revolve around my cow. She was bought in when we had a little steer born, and I vividly recall looking out the kitchen window with her in the back of my pops ute, all legs and ears. I fell in love with her, so my nan thought that she should be named after me! I was elated, and I spent the rest of the summer playing with her.
    Imy grew up to be an amazing cow, headstrong but not rowdy. I shared many more memories with my girl, and now I’m off at uni I miss her and wonder how she’s doing.

  • I grew up with horses. My favorite memories are of standing in front of my mom’s horse, Mithril, in the winter, and it would get so cold that I would bury my nose in her soft velvety fur. That was the best way to warm up.

  • Wow, I’m so in love with this post. I spent the first 22 years of my life living on a farm in Iowa and my favorite farm memories are too numerous to count. A few things that stand out: the summer one of our ducks hatched 24 baby ducks at one time (best summer of my life, those baby ducks followed me around like I was their mamma), exploring the tree grove near our farm, baby lambs, bottle feeding baby calves, playing in our hay mow… I could go on. I’m now a graphic designer, living in the twin cities, but the farm will always hold a dear place in my heart. What a lovely book, Julia!

  • My memory is of my mother and father, who were born in Spain near Valencia, talking about growing oranges and rice on their land.

  • My family was spending time on a farm, and my little cousin who was only 3 came running from around the barn corner screaming “ugly dog”, we rounded the corner and only saw the pig and we said to her where and she runs up points at the pig and screamed “ugly dog” and ran away. We laughed about that for hours.

  • What a perfect book… even if I do not win I must buy it for a friend :)

    My favorite farm memory comes from growing up in rural Oklahoma. My grandparents had a bunch of guinea hens and turkeys and I would love to run out with the bird dogs and rustle them out of the trees and bushes and get them to come over and eat the seed we threw out. My favorite guinea was Gus- he was fearless and would come running up to the car with the bird dogs when you arrived!

  • Beautifull illustrations! When I was a little girl I used to spend summer break at my grandma’s farm, I remember feeding the rabbits, picking strawberries and taking long walks with the dogs into the fields.

  • Oh this book is gorgeous!

    As for my favorite farm memory, I’ve always lived in cities, so I don’t have too many of them, but I remember once when I was a teenager I hard the opportunity to tour a farm and milk a cow. I never thought it would involve things like pressing your head against the side of a big, intimidating animal. And I was convinced the milk was going to be disgusting, but it wasn’t — on the contrary, it was heavenly! So sweet and warm and creamy! Just the memory makes me smile.

  • I went on a date on a farm once when I was 17. He grew up there and thought I should see the place. He was only 15. We went out on a row boat in their reservoir (or pond maybe?), road an ATV through the walnut orchards, his mom made us lunch, we ate peach cobbler, and to his dad’s dismay he filled my car with gas from their pump so I could drive the 2 hours home without having to stop. It was probably the best date ever. I called him Farm Boy from that day forward, we’re still friends 13 years later.

  • Chasing quail around my granddaddy’s farm and then visiting my great-grandmothers house, a 1940s farm house my parents are now restoring, where Grandmother Page would always give us vanilla wafers and multi-colored marshmallows. My sis and I would then proceed to feed them to the quail.

  • My favorite farm memory: driving an old Model A tractor on my great-grandfather’s farm through a path in the woods, then out into a field, surrounded by trees in ecstatic May bloom.

  • this book is gorgeous — i love going to the small, family owned farm by my house to pick up some fresh produce and spend some time with the resident animals!

  • This book looks beautiful!
    Two summers ago I worked on the World Hunger Relief Farm outside of Waco, Texas for a couple of weeks. It was a huge growing experience. I learned a few basics in gardening, milking goats, retrieving eggs from the hens, living in an intentional community, and cooking for 30 people (among several other important life lessons). My favorite experience was working in the garden all morning and then eating a big, healthy lunch made with vegetables that I helped pick with everyone who lived on the farm. I loved learning and experiencing self-sustainable practices. It was freeing.

  • My father grew up on farm in northern WI…would so like to read this book as he has passed away and I can no longer talk to him about life on the farm…the book looks utterly charming!

  • I remember helping harvest potatoes at my aunts farm in idaho. Potatoes have never tasted so good! I love this book & would LOVE to own it.

  • Friends of my mom had a family farm that we used to visit frequently in CT when I was young. I thought (and still do think) that it must have been the coolest thing to grow up on a farm – with sheep, horses, pigs, chickens…

  • I remember going to a themed dance in college at a farm. We wore pigtails and bandanas and sat on bales of hay. It was soon after my now-husband and I had started dating. There was a crate at the barn with baby chicks in it, and I remember being so excited and loving on one of them. My husband and I have photos from that night — sweet moments at the beginning of our relationship.
    I can’t wait to see your book!

  • This is maybe not my most favorite but definitely my most memorable farm memory. I think I was about 7 years old and was walking around my grandparents yard with my 2 year old sister. My grandma’s rooster started to give my sister the evil eye, so I started to escort her towards the garage. Next thing I knew that darn rooster was at my side attacking my sister. I was completely in shock, but luckily the dog noticed the attack and distracted the rooster long enough for my grandpa to throw something and knock the rooster away. This memory has gotten a lot funnier over the years! It now brings my sister and I to tears when we talk about her fear of roosters and my complete inability to save her!

  • i love food. so picking fresh sugar peas off the vine and popping them into my mouth was always a treat.

  • Got scared when I was little with a rooster chasing me…thinking back it must’ve looked pretty funny to the adults :)

  • My favorite thing when i was little was when my father took me to the place where the calves where kept. We would get near them and if you reached out your hand they would come close and suck your finger thinking you were a cow.

  • The first time I realized at my great-grandparents farm that food came from chickens and trees – not the grocery store. What a beautiful book!

  • My first summer living in New Mexico, when I was finally able to grow my own tomatoes, basil, peppers, tomatillos, cucumbers and even one little eggplant in my “urban” backyard farm. I was in a small apartment and didn’t have a hose in the backyard, so all of the watering for the long, hot summer was done one watering can at a time, filled in the bathtub and carried out the backdoor, twice a day. It was a labor of love, and that first meal filled with all of the homegrown goodness was well worth it!!!

  • What a beautiful book. It reminds me of another of my favourite artists/writers – Rien Poortvliet.

    I grew up on a farm and I have to say my sweetest memory is going back for weekends while living in college. I still miss those days…

  • this is awesome!!!
    unfortunately, the only farm memory i have is in my imagination. I’m a city girl, born and bred. I am, however, fascinated with country living and wanting to own my own chickens, and grow my own vegetables, and milk my own cows….

  • One of my most cherished and hilarious memories of being on the farm started when we spent a beautiful day lounging in the pond on tubes catching some rays. When we headed back to the truck the goose decided it was time to play. It went after my friend who fended him off by swiping a tube at him. He then proceeded toward me with vengeance in his eye. Fortunately I had my handy dandy water bottle with sports cap and managed to squirt him directly on the head at which point he retreated and I was victorious.

  • My favorite farm memory was the first time I rode a pony. It’s such a unique feeling that you can only get from not being in the city.

  • What a beautiful book! When I was a kid, I was obsessed with animals. Although I grew up in a city, we used to visit my great aunt who lived in a country side. She kept couple of cows, pigs, chickens, rabbits and I used to love to follow her around as she did chores feeding animals. When she was busy with other things, I would go look at the pigs who were outside behind a fence. I was fun!

  • I remember feeding the cattle with my Grandad. OK, so I sat in the cab of the truck because I was pretty sure the cattle would ‘get’ me. I also have fond memories of a tree near the house and an empty grain truck we would play in and have amazing adventures through out imagination. I’m thrilled to see this book and eager to get it to share with my Grandad, who just recently moved into an assisted living facility. Or send it to my ag specilist friend working with the Peace Corps in Guatemala, or ….a

  • I didn’t have a farm, but when we used to go to visit grampa’s brother living in a village I always was excited that I could run to the fields and meadows like a wild! And once we had a serious jubilee but I was out with the cows, of course dressed nicely. And when I returned everybody laughed at me. I was obviously jumping on cows’ “mines” and all my back was covered with stinky brown dots :)

  • Lovely! For me it’s all about the rows and rows of lovely potatoes and turnips and fields of barley that grew around the town in Northern Ireland that I’m from.

  • My grandparents lived on a farm, but had gotten rid of all the animals except for the horses by the time I came around. I remember riding horses with my dad. I got bucked off but was made to get back on. :) I didn’t like it at the time, but it makes so much sense now.

  • Walking around the cow pasture with my granddaughter and she noticed all the flies on the cows.My granddaughter says”cows don’t need a fly swaiter, they have their tails”

  • What a wonderful piece of art. Favorite farm memory? Imitating the clucks of many exotic forms of chickens, imagining they’re dinosaurs!

  • My favorite farm memory: visiting an old friend of my father’s in Wisconsin and being given a tour of the milking barn. Holy cow, it was smelly!

  • I grew up on a farm – I loved taking some time out to lie in the sun watching the clouds… near the pigs! I think that was because no one else visited them much!

  • i love watching the chickens on my friend’s family’s farm. they are endlessly entertaining and i’ve loved it since i went there for the first time at 12.

  • My favorite memory is probably runnig around the woods behind the horse pasture with my favorite dog… That and climbing on top of the chicken coop with my “bow and arrow” (both sticks) and pretending to protect the chickens from invisible invaders. They were very appreciative.

  • Although I live in a city now, I grew up on a farm outside San Antonio, Texas. My favorite farm memory was climbing “my tree” early in the morning and looking out over my domain: the garden, the barn…smelling that early morning sweetness in the air…everything glistening in the early morning light, still covered in a thin layer of dew. Anything was possible…

  • I used to love riding with my dad on the combine, having lunch out in the fields, searching for kittens, feeding carrots to my aunt’s giant horse, and the foxes that used to tease our dogs and lead them on wild chases around the yard.

  • My mom married a wheat farmer when I was in the 3rd grade. At the time we lived in a large town where my only exposure to animals was my sassy pug, Boomer, and beloved cat, Zippy. I remember packing up to move to the country and landing in this itty-bitty town of 350 people. I quickly got involved in 4H and started raising lambs. It was all so new and exciting – until I had to castrate Spike. Picking ticks was no picnic either. But I loved the sense of community and how every time the lambs broke out of their pen the neighbors would come running to help. It was a special time in my life and I would love to call a farm home again.

  • On a farm, in Alabama, when I was just a wee little girl is where I first saw, heard of and was kind of forced to try okra. To this day, it has to be the weirdest and slimiest vegetable I have ever encountered. On this same trip is where we fed a calf, aptly named baby, from what had to be the biggest bottle of milk I’ve ever seen. (side note: I think it’s important to note that I was a city girl. A, posters of Duran Duran having, Guess jeans wearing, ESPRIT sweatshirt loving city girl of the 80’s.)

  • Love, love, love the book!!! So charmingly nostalgic and visual. Being on a farm in Michigan for the first time this summer and being able to wander off into the neighboring peach and apple orchards to eat the perfection of tree ripened fruit was a bit like being in heaven! : P

  • One of my friend’s parents owned a farm when I was a kid that we would visit on the weekends. It was such a magical place at the time and the best spot to play. We would climb to the creaky upper level of the barn and laugh in our secret hideaway under the window, but the best was pulling on those clunky rubber boots and getting as dirty as possible. We would pretend the Pig “gunk” ;) was sucking us in like quicksand as it grabbed at our boots. I don’t have a lot of memories that are so clear from when I was a kid, but that one always just… stuck.

  • I grew up in the city of Houston, but visited a few time to a lovely farm in Lufkin. My favorite times were in the hay barn, building tunnels, sliding down bales, finding secret places to just sit and think.

  • not sure if this has closed or not but i would LOVE this book. My grandparents grew up on farms in alabama (and i must say, the commenter above should give okra another try…fried or in a stew. mmmmm.) and that love runs deep in the genes. then when you add in julia’s beautiful paintings…what more could you want?!

  • Waay Sweet! i love this book and would like to share with my 4 children. The understanding of a farm and farm life is very far removed from the kids of today and it certainly needs to be a part of their learning process. As my grandfather would say” a little hard work never hurt anyone, it just gave you a an inspiration to create”. Thank you!!

  • I grew up on a small farm and I have two favorite memories from childhood: first is my sister climbing the fence connected to the barn and using it to launch herself on top of a cow and try to ride it like a horse. So not safe but those cows could care less. Also, we had grapevines near one corner of the cow field. One year this particular calf was trying so hard to reach the grapes so I picked one for him to have. He loved them and would come running to me every time he saw me after that.

  • hmm, i never grew up on a farm – maybe a state fair would count? i sat on a tractor at the minnesota state fair! i love the other farm stories tho!

  • my favorite farm memory: wandering into the corn stalks and waiting to hear my name called to find my way out. I loved the tingly surprise of seeing a large corn spider with it great black and yellow colors.

  • Most of my farm memories are the same, from when I was young, visiting with class or for a birthday party, to now whenever I have the chance to visit a farm.

    Mostly, it consists of me finding the first cat I can, and hauling it around the barn as I check out the other animals.

    Barn cats always seem to be the friendliest!

  • I grew up on my parents’ farm (crops, not animals) and I have so many wonderful memories of that place…

    One favorite: when my dad had filled a trailer with a bale of tightly packed cotton to be taken to the gin, he’d park it next to our house for a few days first. While our parents ate and talked on the deck, my brother and best friend and I would go out and climb the trailer, dig our way to the bottom, and carve out a house in the cotton. We’d make a communal living room and then each make our own cozy “bedrooms” – then we’d each sit in our own spaces and talk really loudly to one another across the living room.

  • What a fantastic book. Love it! I love the sunflower fields of North Dakota. They are just stunning and fairytale-ish when standing next to them,

  • Such great illustrations! I remember carving pumpkins on the farm that my parents had a CSA with as a kid.

  • I grew up in Canada, in Alberta, where there is still much farmland. Our class visited a working farm, and I remember being allowed to milk a goat! Greedy eater that I am, my favorite memory of that day is drinking farm-fresh milk from a tin pail– for a girl who was enamored with Laura Ingalls Wilder, this was a dream come true! Thank you for this lovely giveaway.

  • Being an urban girl, I don’t really have any farm memories. A few years ago, my friend got married in a small town in Wisconsin and the ceremony was held on a farm. That was lovely.

  • My favorite farm memory might be to come. It will be hard to compare with the day that I awoke and saw one of my hens with a brand new family of fuzzy chicks behind her (I didn’t even know she was setting — we were very free range in those days) facing off with my big orange cat. When ever he looked a little interested at the chicks she gave him a good peck in the head to let that cat know who was boss. But after years of plotting and dreaming and scheming we have finally found our place and are in the process of moving to our real from (not the urban agricultural adventure we have been living). So I know the best memories are yet to come.

  • Picking wildflowers and corn stalk leaves for the flower arrangements for my friend’s Iowa farm wedding.

  • My grandpa convincing me that he had a snake bite on his wrist and as I leaned in to look he reached behind and grabbed my ankle like some monster from the corn. He was a terrifying man sometimes.

  • this looks awesome, love Julia Rothman,
    we vacation on a farm in the poconos every summer and i think the best is being in a rainstorm inside the barn.

  • This book looks fabulous! There was a farm on the campus of my college where students could live by consensus. Two of my best friends lived out there and I have the best memories of bonfires and sitting on the porch with all of the farm cats.

  • When visiting my grandma’s Kansas farm as a toddler, I found some cute pink baby pigs and put them in my Holly Hobbie apron dress. Showing them to my mom, she informed me they were not piggies but in fact baby mice. True.

  • When I was a student at Newark Academy in suburban NJ in the 1970’s, I had decided no holds barred, that I was going to study the Great Books curriculum at St. John’s College in Annapolis, MD. I had read about the program in the NY Times magazine and decided, “That’s it. I’m there.”

    Well, I didn’t end up going to St. John’s. A weekend visit convinced me that it wasn’t the place for me. My high school year book quote, however, came from the St. John’s catalogue. It talked about the value of a liberal arts education. “To be a farmer—nothing. To know why one might wish to be a farmer–everything.”

    The closest I ever came to being a farmer was working as a gardener in Central Park, and my piece of heaven on earth is a friend’s house on 30 acres of rolling pastures in Upstate New York. I don’t work the land yet. But I live in Warsaw, Poland, now, where many citizens have “dzialki,” allotments where they raise bees and vegetables, right within city limits. I am so there in a few years.

  • Favorite farm memory: I am a bit skittish when it comes to farmy animals, however, my friend recently bought chickens, and I am totally smitten. Who knew baby chickens could be so sweet and charming?

  • I am shaping those memories all of the time, but my favorite of the summer had to be around noon on a very hot afternoon. I was washing my vegetables at the was station and I heard some hissing and spitting I look up and a skunk is all but 10 yards from me and he looks like he is going to go on the attack. I try my best to scare him off, but no luck, he decides to come at me so I pick up the closest rock give it a throw and connect with the skunks head. Well you can imagine that skunk lost his life. From what I know an aggressive skunk in the afternoon usually means rabies.

  • I loved visiting my Aunt Lil and Uncle John at their farm. Boy, could my Aunt Lil cook! She’d have something for everyone set out on long tables under the trees where we’d all gather. Family and farm-hands all together sharing stories while we ate.

  • I’ve never been to a farm before, but I remember my first time at an organic apple orchard. Oh my goodness, I was in healthaholic heaven. There’s just something about looking at an apple (the food that nature intended) growing ripe and rosy and soooo fresh! I’m just absolutely obsessed with fruits and traditional cooking, and nothing is more traditional to me than picking your food straight from the branch. I had apple jam, cider, pie, preservative, and whatever else you can think of involving apples for weeks on end!

  • well i’m a mississippi girl and my dad’s family were cotton growers. my grandfather would put me on his very old shetland pony, Sugarfoot (whom he told me stopped growing just for me so she’d be my perfect riding size and i swear i just figured out like last year that that wasn’t true!), and lead me around the fields while he was checking out the cotton. he was a self-educated, gentle man who told the best stories and had the best sense of humor. we would chat for hours while i was on Sugarfoot about absolutely everything. he was a deep thinker and a lot of how i see the world is due to him and those talks. the smells, the fields, the heat, his voice….all are some of the fondest and strongest memories of my childhood. thanks for giving me a reason to spend time thinking about him again :)

  • My favorite farm memory was the morning, nearly 20 years ago, when my son Jacob and I went out to the barn to find three little white Nubian kids had been born in the night. He knelt down and held one just as a shaft of sunlight lit up his face, the kid and the wooden barn wall.

  • As a modern homestead family we awake each day to the Roosters and goats calling a new opportunity for a “favorite farm memory”. TODAYS favortite memory – the hay elevator carrying the winter hay to the loft for storage while our children (8&5) climbed to the top of the rack where they could see “the whole world”. The yellow ochre of the new cut hay piled 30 feet high on the rack, the childrens feet sticking off the top – framed by the blue cloudless midwestern sky.

  • Beautiful, fanciful, fun! I’d love to win a copy, but will probably buy one anyway… My favorite farm memory is from when I was about three years old. My uncle would take me and my cousin, also three, to the pig farm and we would touch their snouts through the fence. I can still remember the sounds and especially the smell, which was kind of good and bad at the same time. I’m 40 now, so those pigs must have made quite an impression on me!

  • We have just fulfilled our dream to move to an acreage in the country. My husband’s nickname is “Farmer Ted” as he LOVES all things farm! Would love to give him this book!

  • The only reason I participated in FFA in high school was so I could go on the weekly farm visits to a near by dairy and vegetable farm. My very first visit was one of my favorite days. Our car pulled up and one of the farm employees rushed up to my teacher and told him there was an emergency in the barn. We hurried over to discover a beautiful mama cow in distress and a tiny baby cow laying beside her not moving. She had given birth to the calf, which did not survive and in this heartbreaking moment she gave up on pushing out the second calf that was still waiting to be born. The farmers, along with my teacher, had to manually reach inside of the cow to attach a chain to the calf’s hind legs. Then the men had to pull the calf out in what looked like the weirdest game of tug-o-war. The calf was born successfully and the mama cow cleaned her off and within moments she was up walking around. In this tiny moment of time I witnessed so many incredible things in whirlwind succession that I still remember vividly so many years later.

  • i grew up on a ranch, with cows bellowing at the moon and stomping the flower gardens. but my favorite farm memory is reading the book “cold comfort farm”!

  • The summer I spent working on an organic farm in Valle Crucis, NC – early, foggy mornings, sunburns, aching arms and calloused hands, encountering kohlrabi and turnip greens, seed-saving and herbal tinctures. I’ve been hooked on farming ever since.

  • love it! grew up in an agricultural community…and we just moved back. great memories of summers on my grandparents’ farm.

  • We have a small farm and one memory I will always have is watching my kids care for brand new baby pigs under the heat lamp in the middle of the night.

    What a lovely book.

  • My 4-year-old son used to be terrorized by our rooster. I had no idea because Mr. Rooster never gave me trouble. When we ‘culled the herd’ and had a BBQ, and it came Andy’s turn to be served, he asked ” You got any rooster?” With a wink to me, Jose, who was my ranch manager and knew all about Andy’s troubles said “Sure do!” I don’t believe Andy’s enjoyed a drumstick like that one since!

  • I adore this! It reminds me of summertime visits to my Mema and Poppy’s farm. My sisters and I each had our own “pickin’ basket” with our name scrawled across the handle in marker. We’d spend the morning picking vegetables with Poppy and the afternoon in the kitchen with Mema stringing beans and sampling tangy bits of biscuit dough. The tastes and smells from those childhood visits are some of my most vivid memories.

  • Oh my gosh, I really miss gathering sap, boiling and bottling maple syrup with my elderly neighbor as I grew up … adored that time!

  • My favorite farm memory is watching my daughter chase the chickens and pick up eggs. She’s such a cutie.

  • This looks like a wonderful book. Reminds me of my childhood. My Swiss grandparents were dairy farmers. My grandmother still lives in the little farmhouse in a small town in Switzerland. She uses a wood burning stove, showers with cold water, and hangs all her laundry upstairs in the attic without glass in the windows – where the breeze dries the clothes. My favorite childhood memories are visiting her.

  • I grew up on a farm in Georgia. My favorite farm memory is Christmas Day when I was 8 years old. My sisters and I always grabbed our stockings to open them in our parents’ bed. That morning, we looked out their window in the front yard, and there were two ponies running around in the yard. Santa Claus had brought them just for us! My parents received just as much a shock as we did, because although the ponies were definitely for us, they had left them at the barn down the road to surprise us with them after breakfast. In the night, the ponies had escaped from their stalls, and of all the places they could have run off to, they chose our front yard to run around in, while we three girls got the best look-out-the-window on Christmas morning surprise any little girls ever had. The ponies names were Artful Dodger and Brown Sugar. We spent that Christmas Day hitching Dodger up to the little blue cart he came with and riding Sugar in her little western saddle around the house. 20 years later, it’s still a wonderful Christmas farm memory.

  • Fantastic book! Farm childhood memories with the grandparents are picking raspberries early in the morning, feeding the cows who followed the wagon and tractor and 100 pieces of penny candy which we got to eat all day. So much fun!

  • What a mesmerizing book. I’m plotting many an armchair escape….

    My grandpa was born and raised in a small farm town in Ohio, about an hour outside of Columbus, where I now live (though I was born and raised on a mountain in Vermont). When I was about 7 years old we went to visit my distant family out there. I met my great grandpa: he was sitting in a rocking chair, and I still remember how he smelled. It’s how the whole farm smelled, but it’s like the farm smelled like him, not the other way around. But my favorite part of the visit was climbing up into the hayloft with my grandpa and favorite cousin, to lay a trap for raccoons. I thought it was so funny that they eat peanut butter, too. My cousin and I climbed around on the hay bales and peeked through the floorboards at the cows, peacefully munching below.

  • favorite farm memory: learning to lead a horse – and learning that it was as scared of me as I was of it. The book is lovely.

  • I’ve never lived on a real live farm, but when I was 5 or so we rented a big, old farm house on a corner of a farmer’s land. My parents asked him if we could garden part of our yard, so he tilled up a HUGE garden for us. My parents were daunted by such a large space, but our garden was very successful and that summer we had more vegetables than we knew what to do with! I remember running through the rows of corn and helping pick okra off of plants as tall as I was.

  • We loved to climb up the long ladder to the top of the corn bin, carefully open the round door at the top, ease in, and then leap down, falling feet first into corn. I’ll never forget the smell, the dust, and the fun of corn wars with my sister.

  • My grandparents on both sides had farms when I was growing up. My favorite farm memory (of many!) is of playing in the barn, looking for the barn cats, and helping my grandpa bottle feed the calves. He would have me put my fingers out so the calf would latch on and begin sucking, then slip the bottle in for it to drink. I was both terrified and thrilled by the experience!

  • In grade school we went to a working farm for a field trip. It was the first time I had ever been to a working farm and I still remember the smell of the hay, feeding the animals, and watching the cows get milked…makes me nostalgic to this day!

  • WOW! This book is beyond amazing. Blown away by the detailing in…..Sadly, I do not have a favorite farm memory. I grew up skipping from state to state. Though, it has always been a dream for me and my husband to own our own farm someday. So, I guess my favorite memory is the ones we’ve yet to have.

  • I’ve been a city girl all my life and this past spring my dd and I had a chance to stay with an aunt on her little farm/ranch in another country. My dd and I loved the experience, especially eating from everything produced on the property!!

  • I live on a big farm and am always finding amusement in the antics of the animals. My cat that walks across the yard talking to the voices in his head. The fox kits that play and sleep in a pile along the driveway. Chasing the neighbors chickens out of the road. My favorite though is having a grooming circle with my horses. I have three and I’ll start scratching one in his favorite spot and he reaches over and starts grooming the other who in return gives me a nice back rub with her lips. It’s a wonderful feeling being a part of their herd.

  • What a lovely piece of art! Reminds me of my childhood days where my family visited my grandparent’s duck farm. I used to bring some of those cute little ducklings to raise them at home. Good old days.

  • This book is beautifully whimsical. Working so hard to fence a field in anticipation of filling it Boer goats. The first to arrive was Bonnie with her twins Dande & Brambles. They make my girls laugh with their smirks and goofy antics everyday at feed time.

  • My favorite memory of the farm lately is the sweet and hilarious times with our pig Fearnley. Pigs are so much like dogs, they are very smart, amicable, and a little bit pushy, which makes them all the more interesting and entertaining.

  • This is the best illustrated farm book I’ve ever seen! I love the pictures of the chickens and coops, so much like my own tiny farm with nine motley chickens!
    Great job!

  • Taking my little brother and cousin to the pumpkin patch and corn maze. What a great time!

  • I remember visiting a farm as a child, maybe 5 years old, for my parents to look at a car for sale. They told me al the way to the farm to stay away from the rooster. I said I would just “boop” that ole rooster if it came after me. Well, it did. And, I ran just as fast as my little legs would carry me!!!! Screaming the whole way…

  • One of our chickens got hold of a marshmallow that a kid dropped and was so pleased with her prize. I didn’t think chickens should eat marshmallows so we had to chase her for quite a while to get it back.

  • Favorite farm memory to date is learning to use a hydraulic log splitter and drive the Gator with my dad, as well as picking pears with my mom!

  • Favourite farm memory: we moved to the country when I was twelve, and we had chickens, rabbits, cats, ponies, and a dog, but we weren’t really farmers. When the chickens got too old to lay, we couldn’t bear to kill them, so we set them free. We’d find them roosting on the hood of the car in the garage.

  • Favorite Farm Memory: Going to u-pick places to pick lovely yummy things off trees and bushes and pumpkin patches to pick out the best pumpkin with my family.

  • One of my neighbors had a dairy farm when I was growing up. I would sometimes go with my friend to look at the cows — never did like the smell in the barn. My mom would send me there sometimes to pick up 2 gallons of fresh milk for our family to drink when it was good and cold. Mom would skim off the cream to make butter that we enjoyed in and on many things.

  • My grandparents had a farm in Iowa and I grew up in a small city nearby. I used to go out there for “vacation” for a week every summer. So many memories, from climbing hay bales to seeing the stars at night. But the biggest one is the fresh tomatoes every year. I live in Seattle now and can’t find the same flavor – I think they have to ripen in 100 degree heat. I got a tattoo of a tomato a couple of years ago to remind me.

  • So lovely! I’m buying one for my niece and nephew this Christmas. My favorite farm memory was learning how to drive a tractor as a preteen … it was so cool because I hadn’t yet learned how to drive a car, and I felt like I could do anything after that!

  • this book is such a treat. and so thorough! an all around feast for the eyes. im in love. my favorite farm memory came just a few weeks ago. my sisters and i love to take driving day trips to wisconsin which is just a hop skip and jump away. we frequent the brown family farm quite often in kenosha. At our last visit, Mr. Brown invited us into the piglet pen and i eagerly jumped at the opportunity to be surrounded by 20 newborns. they’re rather skiddish but so entertaining.

  • Can I just start by saying how fantastic this book looks! I am currently in my third year of a Graphic Design degree and am research the topic of honeybees for my final major subject. As a complete book fanatic, and already an admirer of your illustrations this is going to be such amazing inspiration for my new project – so all I can say is thank you!!

    My favourite farm memory (more of an allotment memory really) is growing my own strawberries with my Grampy then making them into the most beautiful Jam with my Gran. The funniest has got to be falling face first into a muddy puddle whilst walking the dog through a field of cows – True Story I really am that clumsy! x

  • Am I too late? I grew up in NH, and while not on a farm, our neighbors always let my sister and I visit. One man owned a massive cow and horse farm, and each spring we would get so excited to pet the calves and foals. Another neighbor had the friendliest goats. And my grandparents, who lived next door, loved to let us help them pick blackberries and peaches. I really miss that life sometimes.

  • My sister and I would spend a couple weeks on my aunt’s farm every summer when we were growing up.

    We’d bail hay for a couple days, slowly constructing an elaborate hay house on the second floor of the barn as we brought it in… then we’d spend days playing in it!

  • My fave farm memory is of visiting my Uncle’s farm in Illinois and playing with his baby pigs.
    Now all of my current farm memories consist of me mucking stalls and humping feed to our happy critters.

  • growing up on a relatively large family run farm, all my childhood memories revolve around agriculture. I’d have to say the thing I appreciate most from being a farmer’s daughter is my appreciation for our FOOD and respecting the people who grow it. :)