I’m Jeff — the hands behind the shovel, the voice behind the words, and the one waking up early with the dog and a strong cup of coffee long before the modern world starts moving.

This place, The Grounded Homestead, started long before I knew what to name it. Long before there was a website or a camera or a plan. It began with a return — not just to land, but to rhythm. To something slower, truer, and more rooted than what the world outside was offering.

I grew up on a small organic farm in Michigan. Not corporate. Not industrial. Just the kind of place where you knew the names of your neighbors, your pantry was stocked with the bounty you grew, and your faith was measured out in seasons — sowing, waiting, reaping, resting.

Life took me away for a while. City pace. Processed food. Career aspirations. Bright lights and dim purpose. But the dissonance started to ring louder — especially in the grocery store aisles. I saw a food system that had traded nourishment for shelf life. I watched small farms disappear. I saw a disconnect — between people and land, between communities and their tables, between work and meaning.

So I came back.

Back to the rhythms I knew. Back to the soil. Back to a life that required my hands — and gave something back to my soul. The Grounded Homestead is more than a name; it’s how I try to live. Purposefully. Faithfully. In step with what holds meaning.

You won’t find perfection here. But you will find strawberries — a few rows, planted with intention. You’ll find cattle, my favorite animal to work alongside. You’ll find systems built around what’s real, not what’s trending. And you’ll find stories — about how faith meets food, how community is cultivated, and how ordinary days can carry extraordinary weight.

This is just the beginning. If you’ve ever felt the pull to return to something truer, simpler, more whole — you’re in the right place.

Grab a fresh cup of coffee and settle in.