It was a beautiful, blue-sky day when my family found ourselves driving along a dirt road, then crossing the creek. I checked my directions, hesitating for a moment when I realized just how remote and rural our destination seemed to be. We were visiting the familiar Ozarks, yet down the road quite a few miles from the place where I'd grown up on the hog and cattle farm.
What we found was everything and nothing like we expected.
Please join us this week at FlourSackMama.com for a look at modern frontier life in rural Missouri, where old is new again, not everything is what it seems, and a few thoughtful people may be planting the answer to your future.