GEORGIA FOLK AND FARM LIFE - Just because Christmas is over doesn’t mean the joy of having the Lord with us fades. Still, I’ll admit—this time of year can feel a little heavy when everything returns to normal. The lights come down, the calendar fills back up, and the world seems to hurry on as if nothing remarkable just happened. But I’ve come to really love this brief season between Christmas and Easter. This time of year, the land opens up and reveals its secrets. With the

GEORGIA FOLK AND FARM LIFE - This year, instead of stacking more of my own ideas onto an already crowded mind, I’m trying something quieter: clearing space and making room for the Lord’s ideas instead of just refining my own. I’ve learned the hard way that I can make all the plans I want, but peace only shows up when I place the work itself back in His hands. There’s a certain relief in remembering that not everything is mine to control. That includes the interruptions. The p

GEORGIA FOLK AND FARM LIFE - Tonight we gathered to celebrate Christ’s Mass, and the quiet joy that comes from remembering a love so deep it arrived as a helpless child. Born into poverty, laid in a borrowed barn, His humble beginning would change the world forever. C.S. Lewis called it “a great campaign of sabotage”—a divine turning of the world’s expectations upside down. That tiny child, wrapped in swaddling clothes and promise, remains so remarkable that more than 2,000 y

GEORGIA FOLK AND FARM LIFE - As Advent eases into its fourth week and Christmas sits just over the horizon—perched there like a rooster ready to crow—another season quietly lines itself up behind it. Around here, we call it project season . Project season comes right on the heels of Christmas—when the decorations come down and the long work of winter begins. It settles into those dark, blustery days when the wind blows cold enough to sharpen your thinking. It’s the season for

GEORGIA FOLK AND FARM LIFE - It’s the day after Pearl Harbor Day, and for the first time in many years I woke up surprised—and a little unsettled—that I hadn’t remembered the anniversary yesterday. I didn’t see any of the familiar photographs on social media, nor did I catch a mention on the news. It’s been 30,682 days since the attack. Eighty-four years. But if you lost someone that morning, it may still feel like yesterday. Pearl Harbor was a jolt to America’s home front. A

GEORGIA FOLK AND FARM LIFE - I’m writing this from a quiet room along Lake Texoma, just a few miles from where my great-great-grandparents settled after leaving Tennessee for Texas. My family is gathered nearby at a lakeside cabin for Thanksgiving, but I’ve exiled myself thanks to a winter cold—the kind only a man can get. A full-blown, world-ending, buy-one-of-everything-in-the-pharmacy sort of cold. And when you’re out of town and can’t find your glasses, you just take one

“Do to others as you would have them do to you.” — Jesus (Luke 6:31) GEORGIA FOLK AND FARM LIFE - Friends, Wade is in a real bind right now, and he needs our help to get through the next few months. Many of you have already stepped in with prayers, encouragement, and support—and it has made a world of difference. But until he gets through his cataract surgeries and his upcoming heart procedure, he simply can’t work. Let’s get him healed up and back on the road collecting the

GEORGIA FOLK AND FARM LIFE - There’s something unmistakably American about a jet ripping across the sky in full afterburner—somewhere between rock-n-roll and a backyard hamburger sizzling on the grill. That’s the world I’ve lived in these last several months while wrapping up my 2025 airshow tour, and it’s been a joy as always.

GEORGIA FOLK AND FARM LIFE - Neighbors, we sure had a time in Garfield earlier this month. The food, the fellowship, the stories—it all reminded us why we do this. Georgia Folk and Farm Life isn’t just about gathering, it’s about keeping alive the traditions of faith, family, flag, and farm.

GEORGIA FOLK AND FARM LIFE - I woke up in New Jersey this morning and drove into New York City to catch my flight south. I’d been up this way to help announce the world-famous New Jersey Airshow and Night Spectacular. What a show it was—world-class aviators filling the skies, and when the sun went down, a night program that lit up the heavens. We even had a little fun swatting away those “alien drones” that had plagued New Jersey this past winter—once and for all.

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GEORGIA FOLK AND FARM LIFE - A rememberamble for Saturday, August 30, 2025 ..... I do believe if you look outside this morning it will...

GEORGIA FOLK AND FARM LIFE - As the days start leaning toward September, every farmer worth his salt knows it’s fence-mending time....

The old Roosterville, Georgia Country Store GEORGIA FOLK AND FARM LIFE - There’s been a lot in the news lately about a certain restaurant...

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GEORGIA FOLK AND FARM LIFE - Sometimes the best offense is a good defense—especially when it comes to late summer yellow jackets. Those...

Mayhayley Lancaster near her home in Heard County, Georgia GEORGIA FOLK AND FARM LIFE - There are some stories that just won’t leave you...

GEORGIA FOLK AND FARM LIFE - There’s something about late August in Georgia that feels both hurried and slow at the same time. The...