The Ancestral Pen

  It's that time of year again. Though the nights are still cool and it's too early to plant in my garden, it's warm enough to start the remodel projects. I had a dear reader tell me that I shortchanged her on her Monday morning read, but after I showed her this picture and explained how full my weekend was, she understood. So today, while I should be working, I'm creating another newsletter to share what's going on with us. Remodel — need I say more? If you've ever lived in your home while remodeling, you'll get this. It's dust everywhere, constant trips to the hardware store, noise, piles of tools and supplies, and endless frustration. But don't despair. I won't forget about my loyal readers — I'll absolutely share the funny and horrifying moments with you so you can laugh or cry right along with me on this journey. Nothing will be predictable between now and fall, so be sure to open each email, because you never know what fun nugget will b...

  Book Release 👉  Get your copy on Kindle today! And if you enjoy it, leaving a quick review on Amazon helps more readers discover the series than you can imagine. 💛 Thank you for being part of this journey — from my research notes to your Kindle screen. I'm still finalizing the paperback cover, but the paperback should be available soon for those of you who prefer a physical book in your hands. The next story (Alfred’s!) is already taking shape, and I can’t wait to share what’s next at Pack Saddle Ranch. Warmly, Amy Crooks Author of The Pack Saddle Ranch Series Button

  Grab your coffee. It's newsletter time, and I'm elbow-deep in apples. This morning I'm starting the final preserve of the season—apple cider. My mom's farm blessed me with another harvest, and I've spent weeks transforming those apples into butter, sauce, and fermented goodness. But cider? Cider is the grand finale. I'll cut up every last apple, toss them in my roaster with oranges, cinnamon, cloves, and allspice, then let the whole glorious mess roast for twenty-four hours. My house will smell like spiced heaven. Tomorrow I'll jar it up, and that'll be it. Canning season: complete. Well, almost complete. There's still jelly later, but we don't talk about that yet. Here's what I'm thinking about as I prep these apples: finishing is its own art form. It's not the thrilling part. It's not the first bushel of harvest or the electric rush of a new story idea. Finishing is the patient work—the slow simmer, the careful stir, the momen...