From warzone to wheat zone: My campaign in homesteading

There are few things more humbling than a freshly graduated 23-year-old-lovingly called "Big City Girl" by her small-town friends-trying to become a homesteader after moving straight from college to Harrington.

I like to joke that I "served" my time in Detroit before enlisting in the Army, but let's be honest: 8 Mile was a warzone long before basic training. These days, my biggest battles are with haybales and sourdough.

Speaking of battles, let's talk garden warfare.

I planted 14 carrots with all the precision of a kindergarten teacher handing out crayons... and promptly killed every last one...