Deep Roots Farm

11/02/2025

11/01/2025

If you're wondering what to do with your Halloween pumpkins, we would love to have them for our animals! You can drop them off at 5218 47 St, Lacombe in the back alley, behind the garage. They all say THANK YOU! 🥰

10/26/2025

A few photos from today's drive to the . This store opened in 1901 and has many of its original features. There is lots to look at and it even has a little Cafe! The owner is passionate about restoring it and has big plans for the future. We're excited to visit again and see the changes. It's definitely worth the beautiful drive 🥰

10/25/2025

Our world tonight 😂

10/24/2025

I stole this post from a good friend's page this morning. It's a bit of a long read but very much worth it. Enjoy and have a great weekend everyone! 😊 We're going to finish planting the garlic today and take a much needed day off the farm tomorrow.

"Sitting here on the couch after a long day, hands still dirty, sore, and cut up from tin, drinking a jack and coke thinking about the smoked motors in two drills, lost some time, lost some money. Kinda sums up my day.

Then I came across this post, and it stopped me cold. This hit home hard.

Because even with all the busted knuckles, and late nights, I wouldn’t trade this life for anything. Being able to build as a tradesman and grow as a farmer — it’s not easy, but it’s real. There’s pride in it. It’s honest work.

The old guy’s words below say it better than I ever could. Good reminder for anyone out there especially the younger ones wondering what to do with their lives."

This below is Copied from another page, but damn if it doesn’t hit true 👇


"My name’s John, and I’ll be sixty-eight come spring. I’m a third-generation farmer from the heart of Nebraska, and in my lifetime, I’ve seen more droughts, floods, and market crashes than any weatherman or Wall Street analyst could predict.

For forty-nine years, my office has been a thousand acres of dirt and sky. My desk is the hood of a pickup truck, my calendar is the changing of the seasons, and my computer is a calloused pair of hands. I’ve delivered calves in the middle of snowstorms, rebuilt tractor engines by moonlight, and pulled 20-hour shifts because the harvest doesn’t wait for anyone.

No one’s ever asked for my GPA out here. The only questions that matter are: Is the corn high? Is the soil dry? And do you have fresh tomatoes at the stand?

Last year, my granddaughter Chloe—sharp kid, all smiles and ambition—asked me to speak at her high school’s career day. I told her I didn’t belong there. She told me I was wrong.

So I went.

The lineup was what you’d expect: a software engineer talking about coding apps, a marketing executive explaining “brand synergy,” and a financial advisor in a shiny suit warning kids about student loan debt. Then there was me—dusty boots, Carhartt jacket older than half the teachers, and dirt still under my fingernails.

When it was my turn, I was supposed to use the slideshow Chloe helped me make—charts about crop yields and slides about sustainability—but I looked at those kids, their screens glowing in their hands, and I decided to just talk.

“I never took a business class,” I said. “But I run a business that feeds thousands of people you’ll never meet.”

“I never studied engineering, but I can fix a combine with a wrench, duct tape, and a little grit. In the winter of 2008, when the economy tanked and the trucks stopped rolling, my neighbors didn’t go hungry. We had food because we knew how to grow it, can it, and share it.”

The room went quiet. Not bored-quiet—listening-quiet.

Then the hands started to go up.

“What’s the earliest you have to get up?”
“Do cows really have best friends?” (They do.)
“Have you ever worried about losing your farm?”

That last one stuck with me.

“Every single day,” I said. “But I get up and work anyway.”

After the bell rang, most of the kids rushed out. But one boy hung back. Lanky kid, headphones around his neck. He stared at his shoes and mumbled, “My dad’s a welder. He makes good money, but his friends with office jobs make him feel… I don’t know, small. He keeps saying I have to go to college so I can be somebody.”

I looked that boy right in the eye.

“Son,” I said, “when a city’s water main breaks, they don’t call a philosopher. They call a welder like your dad. His skill is the only thing that stands between a functioning city and chaos. Never feel small for knowing how to build or fix something. The world runs on people like him.”

He nodded, but I could tell it meant something.

Here’s the truth they don’t print in textbooks: this country stands on the backs of people who work with their hands. You can have all the CEOs and tech billionaires you want—but if no one’s planting the seeds, driving the trucks, welding the pipes, or fixing the engines, the whole shiny system collapses.

We’ve built a culture that tells our kids success means escaping physical work. But for folks like me, work is not something you run from—it’s something you grow into. There’s pride in it. There’s purpose in it.

It’s the satisfaction of watching a tiny seed you planted months ago become food for another family. It’s the quiet dignity of knowing your labor matters in a world that’s forgotten where dinner comes from.

Four years after high school, some kids have a diploma and a mountain of debt. Others have a paid-off truck, a trade skill that can’t be outsourced, and the kind of resilience that keeps the lights on when the power grid fails. And when the grocery store shelves are bare, a student loan statement won’t fill your stomach.

A few months later, I was at the hardware store when a woman tapped my shoulder.

“You’re Chloe’s grandpa, right?”

I nodded.

She smiled and said, “You probably don’t remember my son, Leo. He came home from school that day and told me he wanted to learn welding from his dad. He spent the whole summer in the shop. He’s already earned enough to buy his first car. I just wanted to thank you. I’ve never seen him so proud of himself.”

I had to clear my throat before I answered.

“That wasn’t me,” I said. “That was his father. I just reminded him what his old man already knew.”

We shook hands, and I walked out to my truck feeling something I hadn’t felt in a long time—hope.

Because that’s what’s missing today. Somewhere along the way, we stopped telling our kids that building things matters. That fixing things, growing things, and making things is honorable.

We’ve replaced “What do you love doing?” with “Where are you applying for college?”

So next time you talk to a young person, try something different. Don’t ask them what degree they want. Ask them what they want to build.

If they say, “I want to work the land,” or “I want to fix engines,” or “I’m learning a trade,”—look them right in the eye and say, “That’s incredible. We’re going to need you.”

Because we will.

When the next storm hits—whether it’s a financial one, a natural one, or a global one—it won’t be the suits or the stock traders who keep us going. It’ll be the ones who can weld, plow, fix, build, grow, and care. The ones who know the smell of rain and the feel of a tool in their hand.

The ones who still understand that working with your hands is the purest form of building a life.

And that’s something no résumé can ever measure."

10/22/2025

We ❤️ sunflowers. They're so pretty 😍 All of our animals ♥️ the seeds, especially the laying hens. Our yard birds ♥️ them as well! With the weather getting cooler, it's time to keep those feeders full. We have 50 lb sacks of seed in our store for $25. Come and get'em!

10/21/2025

We wanted baked potatoes for supper last night. I hate having the oven on for an hour for just two potatoes so I load it up. This morning I scooped them out, added all the yummy things and restuffed them. Then I wrapped them in saran and tossed them in a freezer bag. They're going to come in handy. 😋

10/20/2025

We had a customer order a dozen garlic and herb sourdough 🥖 We're hoping to finish planting the garlic Friday so it's time to wake Stormy Daniels up. Perfect timing too cause we're almost out of sourdough pizza crust in the store. It's a great way to use up the discard!

10/19/2025

Dora has decided this is a great spot to put her eggs! 😂 What a crazy barnyard.

10/18/2025

I started these jalapeños from seed in January. They got frost in June but survived and produced like crazy! There's enough vacuum packed in the freezer for a dozen batches of salsa. I thought I would try pickling some to see how the family likes them. The rest I'm going to dehydrate. Hopefully they're a hit!