https://www.facebook.com/542679092272188/

Lolli & Pop's Farm, 1800 W Mead Road, Saint Johns, MI (2026)

08/12/2026

🌱 Farm Report: The Great Loofah Takeover & Other Garden Shenanigans 🌱

Well folks, the farm is officially in that magical season where we're harvesting daily, watering daily, and praising God daily for the incredible bounty He continues to provide. Every morning starts with coffee, chores, and a stroll through what can only be described as a botanical circus.

The Loofahs Have Taken Control

Let's start with the greenhouse.

Our loofah vines have apparently mistaken the greenhouse for a race track and are nearly the entire length of it. We currently have around 10 loofahs growing, and yes, they all have names. Once you spend enough time admiring them, you start realizing they all have distinct personalities.

At this rate we're just a few weeks away from electing a Loofah Mayor.

Hornworm Hunting Season

The annual battle against the dreaded hornworms continues.

Thankfully, daily inspections have allowed me to catch them while they're still tiny. It's become a competitive sport. Every morning I patrol the tomato jungle like a highly trained agricultural ninja, searching for those little green tomato thieves before they can cause trouble.

The score currently stands:

Farmers: Winning Hornworms: Not having a great year

Tomato Wrangler Extraordinaire

Meanwhile, Scott has taken on the role of Chief Tomato Management Officer.

The tomatoes have become wildly ambitious this year and seem determined to grow in every direction except the direction they're supposed to. Scott spends time daily tying them up, redirecting them, and reminding them who is actually in charge.

The tomatoes are unconvinced.

The Jalapeño Explosion

Last night I harvested 5½ dozen jalapeños from just four plants.

Let me repeat that.

Five and a half dozen.

From four plants.

This doesn't even include the mountain of peppers we already processed over the weekend. At this point we're considering whether we've accidentally started a commercial pepper farm.

If anyone sneezes near the garden, they may leave with a bag of jalapeños.

The Strawberry Secret

I am pleased to announce that I have discovered the secret to successful strawberry production.

After extensive research, trial, error, careful observation, and scientific analysis, I learned that the secret is:

Actually watering them and feeding them.

Groundbreaking stuff.

Now they're producing bowlfuls every day, and we're wondering how we ever doubted them.

The Magical Bean Tunnel

The magical bean tunnel is everything I dreamed it would be and more.

Not only are we harvesting beans every single day, but they somehow seem to grow back faster than we can pick them.

The tunnel itself is beautiful, covered in lush green vines with solar lights woven throughout. Unfortunately, the lights are only visible when we're out watering before dawn, but honestly, there's something pretty special about walking through a glowing bean tunnel while the rest of the world is still asleep.

It's like entering a secret garden... that also happens to provide dinner.

Real Carrots! REAL CARROTS!

In one of the year's most shocking developments, we harvested two entire beds of rainbow carrots, and they were actually carrot-sized.

Veteran gardeners will understand why this is exciting.

We've all planted hopeful carrot seeds and harvested colorful toothpicks before.

Not this year.

This year we grew honest-to-goodness carrots. We were so inspired that we immediately replanted both the carrot and lettuce beds for another round.

Herb Headquarters

The basil and herb garden are thriving beyond expectations.

In fact, they're doing so well that Scott is now building me a solar-powered herb dryer so we can keep up with processing everything.

I married the right man.

I'll be sure to share photos when his latest engineering masterpiece is complete.

Coming Soon: Potatoes and Onions

The onions and potatoes are sizing up nicely and should be ready for harvest soon.

Every day we peek at them and wonder if today is the day.

Harvest anticipation is a real thing.

Duck Department Update

The ducks continue to exceed expectations and are currently producing about a dozen eggs a day.

It's safe to say the duck union is fulfilling its production quotas.

Looking Ahead

As if this season hasn't been exciting enough, we're already discussing next year's expansions, improvements, and lessons learned. Every season teaches us something new, and every season somehow convinces us to make the project bigger.

Because apparently that's what gardeners do.

We're also hoping to get a little produce stand up and running soon. Time and resources are the biggest hurdles right now, but the dream is definitely alive and well.

Until next time, we'll be harvesting, watering, feeding strawberries, chasing hornworms, naming loofahs, and enjoying every minute of this wonderfully chaotic farm life.

God continues to bless us abundantly, and we're grateful for every pepper, bean, carrot, egg, and loofah that comes our way. ❤️🚜🌱🥕🦆🥒

07/16/2026

Lolli & Pops Farm!

07/16/2026

Life on the Farm: Jungle Season Has Arrived 🌱🚜

Well friends, the farm is officially hitting its summer stride, and if there's one thing we've learned lately, it's that plants apparently don't believe in moderation.

The beans are growing beautifully, stretching higher every day and reminding us that all those hours spent planting are finally paying off. The strawberry patch has undergone a complete transformation as well. After what felt like an endless battle, we've officially evicted the w**ds and reclaimed our territory. The strawberries are looking absolutely stunning, and for the first time in a while, we can admire the patch without mentally calculating how many w**ds need pulling.

One of the highlights of the season so far was enjoying our very first farm-to-table salad of the year. And when we say farm-to-table, we mean completely from our garden. There's something incredibly satisfying about walking outside, harvesting dinner, and bringing it straight to the kitchen. It may have only been a salad, but it tasted like victory.

The cucumbers seem to have received a memo that says "multiply at all costs." Every morning there appear to be more of them. We're not entirely sure where they're all coming from, but we're not complaining. Meanwhile, the tomatoes are... well... progressing. Let's just say there are a lot of green tomatoes hanging on the vines. We're hopeful they'll get the hint soon and start turning red, but for now they're teasing us.

The photos we're sharing are from this past weekend, and honestly, they barely tell the whole story. Between the intense heat and constant watering, the garden has exploded with growth in just a few days. Everything is taller than me now. Walking through the rows feels less like gardening and more like exploring a very productive jungle.

On the personal front, my hand continues to heal nicely and thankfully isn't slowing me down anymore. In fact, I've developed a new title: Official Hornworm Hunter. It's not a glamorous position, but it's a critical one. The tomatoes appreciate my efforts, even if the hornworms don't.

And then there's Scott. Poor Scott. Everything is growing so aggressively that he's constantly tying, training, redirecting, and wrangling vines back where they belong. The loofahs, in particular, seem determined to take over the entire property. If left unsupervised for even a day, they would probably claim the house and start charging us rent.

For now, we're enjoying the chaos, celebrating the victories, harvesting what we can, and trying to stay one step ahead of the plants. Summer on the farm is busy, a little wild, and completely exhausting—but we wouldn't have it any other way.

Stay tuned. At the rate things are growing, next week's update may need to be written from the top of a cucumber vine. 🌿🥒🍓🍅😂

07/05/2026

Farm Report: Post-Op Edition 🌱😂

Apparently, "rest and recover" is doctor's orders... but nobody bothered to explain that to my farm brain. Surgery #1 is officially behind me, and I'm doing my absolute best to supervise from a chair... which mostly means that I have the next 5 projects planned.

Meanwhile, Scott is out here being an absolute superhero. The poor guy has been sicker than a dog, training for a new job, surviving this ridiculous heatwave, watering the garden twice a day, and somehow still finding enough energy to keep me from "just doing one little thing" that would undoubtedly land me back in trouble.

The hornworms have officially declared war, and the woolly bear caterpillars have joined the party. Every day turns into a scavenger hunt. If you hear cheering from our property, someone probably found another tomato-munching criminal.

The loofahs are growing by the FOOT and Scott spends his evenings wrestling those vines into submission like he's competing in Farm Olympics. Our pole beans have officially crested the arch, and I can hardly contain my excitement! Pretty soon we'll have the magical bean tunnel I've been dreaming about.
The tomatoes are absolutely loaded with maters and blossoms. The onions are standing tall and proud, and the garlic is just about ready for harvest. Mother Nature finally gave Scott a well-earned break from watering the outside stuff with the beautiful rain from Friday through today. Watching the sky do the watering was about the best gift we could've asked for.

I'm hoping to tackle the berry patch a little this week—as long as I can remember that "taking it easy" is still part of the recovery plan.

There is always another w**d to pull, another critter to chase away, another chore waiting around the corner. Farm life is equal parts exhausting, muddy, hilarious, and rewarding... and honestly, I wouldn't trade this little life of ours for anything. ❤️🚜🌿

06/30/2026

Farm Report: The Plants Have Chosen Violence

Well folks, life on the farm has officially crossed the line from "gardening" into "botanical hostage situation."

Back in the spring, we carefully planted four tomato plants per bed inside the greenhouse. Four. Count them. One, two, three, four. Nice, orderly, civilized tomato plants.

Apparently the tomatoes had other plans.

We now have over 100 bonus tomato plants that germinated themselves and grew into absolutely luscious, healthy monsters. Nobody invited them. Nobody planted them. They simply appeared and said, "We're here now." We've been in the greenhouse conducting what can only be described as Tomato Eviction Day, plucking those boogers out by the handful. We are keeping a few, though. Any tomato tough enough to survive a Michigan winter, germinate itself, and stage a hostile takeover deserves some respect. We need to know what kind of superhero tomato genetics we're dealing with.

As if the tomatoes weren't enough, this year's melon patch has provided its own comedy show.

We planted watermelons, cantaloupe, and pumpkins. Scott handled the watermelons and pumpkins. I handled the cantaloupe. Now, the suggested planting is two to three seeds in each of the three spots on every mound. A reasonable person would have followed those directions.

However, I had a brief moment of what I can only describe as "What if none of these germinate?!" panic.

So instead of 2–3 seeds, I planted somewhere between 5 and 10 seeds in each spot.

Friends...

THEY ALL GERMINATED.

Every. Single. One.

The cantaloupe patch currently resembles a kindergarten class where every child showed up with their identical twin. The plants are packed together so tightly they're practically exchanging recipes and discussing neighborhood gossip. Apparently Mother Nature heard my concerns and responded with, "Don't worry, Buffy. Here's 500% more cantaloupe than you requested."

The loofas have lost all sense of decorum. One vine is already at least 16 feet tall and shows no signs of stopping. At this point, I'm expecting it to apply for aviation clearance.

The peas are now over six feet tall, which means they're officially taller than some members of the household. The pole beans are taller than me too, which has been both exciting and mildly insulting.

Meanwhile, the tomatoes are on their fourth haircut. FOURTH. Every time we trim them back, they respond by growing another foot overnight out of pure spite. We already have loads of tomatoes and green peppers on the vines, and the season is just getting started.

The lettuce and spinach have entered the "eat me or else" phase of production. We are harvesting daily because they refuse to slow down. The herbs have become completely ungovernable. What started as a modest herb garden has evolved into a fragrant jungle that threatens to absorb unsuspecting visitors.

The taters cannot be contained. Every time we cover them, they pop right back up and race toward the sun like tiny green Olympians. It's honestly inspirational.

Exhausting... but inspirational.

Today's mission is to get the strawberry patch under control before my hand surgery on Wednesday. The w**ds are, in fact, w**ding. The runners are making babies in every conceivable direction. Left. Right. Forward. Backward. Some may be headed toward neighboring counties. The strawberries clearly did not receive the memo about staying inside their designated boundaries.

Over at the apiary, the bees are handling this heat wave the best they can. They're currently bearding, which sounds adorable but actually means they're swarming the outside of the hive boxes to help regulate temperatures. Thousands of little fuzzy workers hanging out on the porch saying, "Whew, it's hot in there."

Through all of this, Scott has been my superhero.

With surgeries on the horizon and a never-ending list of farm chores, he's been working incredibly hard to shift everything into maintenance mode. There's so much to do and even more coming, but somehow he remains calm, laid back, and endlessly reassuring. Now, I know him well enough to know he's feeling the pressure too, but you'd never know it. He just keeps showing up, tackling the next task, and reminding me that we'll get through it all together.

So yes, the w**ds are winning some battles. The tomatoes are plotting a coup. The cantaloupes are operating under a "strength in numbers" strategy. The pumpkins and watermelons are preparing their land grab. The loofas are trying to reach space. The strawberries are reproducing like rabbits. The bees are living on their front porch.

And somehow, despite the chaos, the sweat, the dirt, the surgeries, and the endless to-do lists, life is good.

God is Great ALL THE TIME. ❤️🌱🐝🚜🍅🥔🍉🎃🌿🥬

05/28/2026

🐝 Hive C Buzz Bulletin – Farm Edition 🌻

Quick update from Hive C—no photos yet (we’re still in our “don’t drop anything and try not to panic” era 😅), but trust us… this one was memorable.

We opened things up yesterday and discovered the bees had been busy doing some freelance construction—right on the inside of the lid. And not just a little bit. Nope. FOUR big sections of comb. Apparently, they thought, “Why use frames when we have ceilings?”
We definitely weren’t expecting that kind of bonus harvest, but we made the most of it—rubber-banded all that rogue comb onto two frames, front and back. Very official. Very professional. (We felt like beekeeping pros for at least 10 minutes.)

Best part? The bees were incredibly chill about the whole thing. No drama, no attitude—just politely watching us undo their “custom architecture.” 🐝✨

We also made a management call and removed the top box to bring them back down to one level. In hindsight, we gave them a little too much space starting out… and they took that freedom very seriously. Lesson learned!

Hive C Status Report:

Unauthorized ceiling build: ✅ handled
Surprise comb jackpot: ✅ secured
Bee vibes: ✅ suspiciously calm
Hive setup: ✅ back to basics

No pictures this time—but give us a little while. We’ve got a feeling we’ll be confidently snapping hive photos soon instead of just telling these wild stories 😄

05/28/2026

Check us out on the tikkytok!

05/27/2026

Farm Life Update: Chaos, Crops & Questionable Decisions 🌱🐻🐝
Well folks… farming continues to keep us humble, entertained, and mildly concerned for our sanity.

First up: the Great Bean Betrayal of 2026.
Turns out we got a bad bag of beans… which is apparently a real thing and not just something you blame when nothing grows. Not a single bush bean sprouted. Not one. So… we’re replanting and pretending this was all part of the plan.

On the bright side, the raised beds are mostly prepped and planted! Still have some sprouting taters waiting for their big debut, but we’re making progress.

Now let’s talk about the cucumbers…
I planted 2 cucumber plants… which actually turned out to be 14 baby cucumbers in disguise.
So if anyone needs cucumbers this summer, fall, winter, or into the next decade—just swing by.

Tomato operations are expanding:

Duck tomatoes (yes, tomatoes planted specifically for the ducks because apparently they are royalty)
Porch tomato & bell pepper (because I could, and no one stopped me)

Fence update:
“We” replaced the short fence with a taller one… and by we I mean Scott did the work while I supervised emotionally. The goal: keep deer out.
The result: TBD.

Speaking of wildlife…
Fozzy the Bear has RETURNED.
He kindly left us a “welcome back” gift by the fence—complete with a paw print so large we didn’t even have to Google it this year. How thoughtful.
Future garden trips will now include… being armed. 😅
Bee report:

Hive A & B: thriving, productive, capped brood, living their best lives
Hive C: chose violence and now requires full PPE just to say hello

So yes—things are growing, buzzing, roaming, and occasionally threatening us… but little by little, we’re getting it done.
At the end of the day, it’s just us—a mighty (and slightly outmatched) team of two—out here trying to outsmart beans, deer, bears, and spicy bees.

Stay tuned. This is far from over. 🌿🐾🐝

05/25/2026

UPDATE! Plant babies have been rehomed! 🚨

We’ve got:🍅 4 dozen tomato plants🫑 1 dozen bell pepper plants

Just $1 each because apparently our garden ambition exceeded our available dirt 😂

Healthy, happy, and ready to live their best veggie lives in YOUR garden. Porch pickup only — introverts rejoice 🙌

Message me before the tomato rebellion begins 🌱

05/19/2026

Buffy the Bee Whisperer (Apparently) 🐝
So… we did a thing.
On Sunday, we officially picked up two honeybee hives and brought them home like the calm, rational, totally-prepared beekeepers we obviously are. We got them settled into their new homes, tucked them in, and stepped back feeling like proud new parents.
“Look at us,” I thought. “We have bees.”
Fast forward less than 24 hours.
Monday afternoon, there’s a knock at the door. Our neighbors’ kids are standing there, wide-eyed and hopeful.
“Do you keep bees?” they ask.
Now, in my head, I’m thinking:
“Yes… for approximately one day.”
But out loud, with what I can only assume was unearned confidence, I say,
“Yes, we do!”
They proceed to inform me that there is a giant hive situation happening on their fence… and they, notably, do not keep bees. A key detail.
Naturally, the kids are very excited. Like, you are clearly the expert we’ve been waiting for excited.
So I say, “Sure! I can come take a look.”
What could go wrong, right?

I text Scott:
“We have a swarm to catch.”
He immediately calls me, clearly spiraling, thinking our brand-new bees had already packed their bags and left for greener pastures.
Nope. These were bonus bees. Surprise bees. Opportunity bees.

We suit up, trying to look like we know exactly what we’re doing, and head over. And honestly? It felt like walking into some kind of National Geographic moment… except we were the slightly underqualified hosts.
And then… magic.
The bees were so docile. Like, suspiciously polite. We spotted the queen quickly (which felt like the universe saying, “I got you, newbie”), and I gently placed her in a queen cage inside our box.
And then came the part I will never forget:
I started scooping bees by the literal handful.
HUNDREDS. OF. BEES.
Just… calmly buzzing in my hands like this was a completely normal Monday activity. No big deal. Just me, casually holding a living cloud.
It was honestly one of the most surreal and beautiful experiences I’ve ever had. There’s something incredible about being that close to nature and realizing, “Oh… we’re doing this now. This is who I am.”

By the end of it, we had successfully relocated the swarm and brought home our unexpected third hive.
Yes. Third.
We have been beekeepers for one full day and already expanded our operation by 50%.
Scott is still trying to process the fact that:

We now have three hives, and
We are already out of backup supplies

😂
Meanwhile, I have fully leaned in.
I’m already like,
“I cannot wait to catch more swarms.”
“Is this my calling?”
“Is this my new side hustle?”

So if you need me, I’ll be out here rebranding.
✨ Buffy the Bee Whisperer ✨
Catching swarms, holding bees, and confidently saying “Yes, we keep bees” with absolutely zero hesitation… regardless of how long that has actually been true.
Stay tuned. I have a feeling this is just the beginning. 🐝

Lolli & Pop's Farm

08/12/2026

07/16/2026

07/16/2026

07/05/2026

06/30/2026

05/28/2026

05/28/2026

05/27/2026

05/25/2026

05/19/2026

Address

Website

Alerts

Shortcuts

Share

Category

Listing takedown request