Snake Oak Farm

Snake Oak Farm Snake Oak Farm is a small family farm in Re*****on Virginia. We own Snake Oak Farm Store in downtown Re*****on.

09/20/2025

Hello friends. Some of you have messaged me to ask where I am. I’m on IG only now. Also my account is now private. You can request to follow on IG if you’d like to keep following along.

My heart aches for Fall. These warm humid stormy days are the gateway to my favorite months of the year. I just have t...
07/13/2025

My heart aches for Fall. These warm humid stormy days are the gateway to my favorite months of the year. I just have to put one mosquito bitten foot in front of the other.

My mind wanders and for a moment in the shade I can smell it… coolness.

I found a bright red fallen leaf on the ground on my way to raid the outdoor freezer for at least two popsicles. I picked it up and took it as a sign. I told myself to be patient.

I picked berries with a friend at 11am yesterday and my hair was so wet with sweat I might as well have showered. We suffered through for the reward of berries in abundance and the fellowship of women enduring something together in laughter.

It is but a season. A season of sweat. I am willing to continue onward for the love of the reward that is to come.

Pumpkins and coffee, crickets and crisp leaves. Frosty grass and sparkling spiderwebs. A wood stove alive again on a rainy evening. A morning too cool for flip flops. Tea under a blanket and the first wool sweater. It is coming.

Be patient…

Six years ago. Six years ago we spent every evening and weekend working to remodel the inside of our new building. We ...
07/10/2025

Six years ago.

Six years ago we spent every evening and weekend working to remodel the inside of our new building.

We were exhausted and excited and nervous. I had never really wanted my own business… but I wanted this cool old bank building with a giant safe and tons of history. We are the third owner since it was built.

God knew what was coming. He knew Covid was less than a year away. He knew our lives would change. So he prepared my heart and a physical space and worked in me the confidence and strength to start something. He surrounded us with people who cheered and helped. He filled the practice and brought customers for the store.

When the world changed because of Covid I was sheltered in a business of my own. It’s been five years since I started working full time on my own. Almost a third of my time in practice. It is a strange thing and until today I forgot to celebrate yet another year of God’s blessing. It was July 1st 2020 when we first reopened as my full time practice.

Since then God has blessed me with the ability to cut back my hours and incorporate homeschooling. We finished our first year and will be starting 6th grade next week. Who would’ve thought?!

I can’t know the future, but I can be certain that God works in my life to prepare me in advance. ❤️

If all we ever do is grumble… and we can never see the beauty… we are lost. Each year when the 4th rolls around my feed...
07/03/2025

If all we ever do is grumble… and we can never see the beauty… we are lost.

Each year when the 4th rolls around my feed is jammed with two kinds of posts. The first kind, the grumbly kind, laments all the problems of this great nation of ours. The second is celebratory, jubilant, joyful and full of thankfulness. The first is a woe is us from a place of privilege, the second an often comical caricature of wild hearted hotdog eating folk surrounded by fireworks and eagles.

I feel sad for those who desire to post the first kind. After all, even the grumpiest relative avoids pointing out the faults of the person whose birthday it is.

Tomorrow is day of celebration for all Americans. There will never be a perfect country… but like it or not… this one is pretty darn close when compared to just about anywhere else.

We need to be people who look for the joy in things rather than the offense. People who can laugh at each other and embrace each other no matter our views. People who can stop… at least for one day out the year… and look on the bright side.

So if most of the year it feels like there’s a bucket of doom over your head… try… at least for tomorrow… to let someone pull it off and embrace a bit of joy about all of the wonderfully beautiful and incredible ways this land of ours deserves to be loved. 🇺🇸

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When we bred Stella back in December I remember thinking about the 4th of July. The 4th has always marked the midpoint ...
07/02/2025

When we bred Stella back in December I remember thinking about the 4th of July. The 4th has always marked the midpoint of Summer in my mind. It’s not really of course. In Virginia the summer temps can push into October. But for me it’s kind of like the Summer version of New Year’s Eve.

I remember thinking that by the time we were setting off fireworks I could really start getting excited about Stella’s calf. It would feel “real.”

She’s been showing signs of a growing udder and is still just as sweet as can be. I’ve had her out of the barn while the baby goats grew but they go to their new home soon and Stella and I will settle back into our milking stand routine.

She’s been lining up along the fence line for our routine of belly scratches and udder feels but we don’t do it every day. I’m excited to step into the final stretch with my girl.

took these photos a few weeks ago and I couldn’t be more pleased to have them. Years from now when I’m no longer milking a cow due to age or location I am certain I will find so much joy in these pictures. I’ll remember how hot and rainy this Summer has been and how nearly two years of hard work was about to pay off.

I’ll remember how well she stood for these photos in front of the woman with the big black thing she never met before. How she let me snuggle her neck and that it almost seemed as if she could understand what we were doing.

A relationship with a cow is its own special thing. Different than a dog or a goat or a donkey… it feels like a friendship, an understanding, almost as if she knows she will soon be bringing something tangible to the table in what is most certainly a primal relationship of human to animal.

But I’m sure I’m weird… and most of you will laugh… but those of you who understand will smile and we will be together in the knowing.

So much time with you! So much to laugh about together and a bunch of new memories. It was a GOOD time for sure. Thank...
06/29/2025

So much time with you! So much to laugh about together and a bunch of new memories. It was a GOOD time for sure. Thank you for getting us to take a picture together at the last moment. ❤️ you sis,

Happy Father’s Day to my dad! A lover of chocolate anything and dessert. Always willing to teach me how to do something ...
06/15/2025

Happy Father’s Day to my dad! A lover of chocolate anything and dessert. Always willing to teach me how to do something new. A man who can literally fix anything and has always seemed to be able to. We are so grateful for you PopPop! ❤️

Happy Father’s Day to this cute husband of mine who takes care of all of us so well. ❤️As usual we will celebrate with ...
06/15/2025

Happy Father’s Day to this cute husband of mine who takes care of all of us so well. ❤️

As usual we will celebrate with good food and time together and I pray for many many more years of doing just that. Our kid is lucky to have you!

I think I’ve waited an appropriate amount of time to drop another picture from our three generations shoot. Why I love ...
06/15/2025

I think I’ve waited an appropriate amount of time to drop another picture from our three generations shoot.

Why I love this one: because even though it’s “staged” it feels just perfect. That’s what you get with a truly talented photographer. They can SEE what’s beautiful and get you there.

I’ve always loved hands. A long time ago while writing my college entrance exam, myself, I tied in a theme of all the hands that had helped me along. The hands of my favorite teacher in grade school Mrs Trevino, House to hold my hand in Kindergarten 1st grade while I was nervous. The hands of my horseback riding instructor Janet who held the lead line while teaching me to ride on a retired circus horse named Diamond. The hands of Mr Hedberg, my high school AP science teacher and varsity volleyball coach who would flex my wrists to help me understand how better to set the ball.

And in that theme it’s a wonderful thing to have my moms’s hands. She had guided me and helped me become the mother I am and she continue to support me in so many ways with this hands. I am so fortunate to be her daughter and to have learned so many things from those hands. ❤️

I never thought I’d be taking pictures with my cow… yet here we are. ;)
06/09/2025

I never thought I’d be taking pictures with my cow… yet here we are. ;)

Three generations ❤️I’m not sure how I’m going not not post every single photo that took of us. They are perfect and so...
06/09/2025

Three generations ❤️

I’m not sure how I’m going not not post every single photo that took of us. They are perfect and so “us.”

Thank you for the idea mama.

Photography stands up to time… and stands the test of time. Videos may or may not be around one day. But printed photos have been around since the art first started and I suspect we will come to treasure our printed images even more than our digital copies once AI becomes more and more ubiquitous.

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203 E. Main Street
Re*****on, VA
22734

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(530) 634-5236

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