
Why I Keep Comfrey in My Garden (and What to Do With It)
Two powerful ways to use this plant—one for you, one for your garden. Some plants earn their keep quietly. Comfrey is one of those. With its big leafy growth, fuzzy
Welcome to Sweet Bombdiggity Farms, We are Lane and Jules Morris on a #FarmingAfter50 journey to blend creativity with the simple joys of country living. From farm projects and gardening tips to rescuing animals, preserving food, and adding charm to our home, we’re on a journey to build a life full of purpose and warmth. Whether you’re living the farm dream or just dreaming of it, join us for inspiration, connection, and a little BombDiggity magic!

Two powerful ways to use this plant—one for you, one for your garden. Some plants earn their keep quietly. Comfrey is one of those. With its big leafy growth, fuzzy

If they matter to you, you give them your best.
God is no different. This week’s #FarmSunday is a reminder from Malachi 1:11—He’s given us His very best in Jesus Christ… and He’s worth our best in return.

At first glance, passionflower looks like a plant you’d expect to see in a fairytale. Its delicate, starburst blooms seem too intricate to grow wild… and yet, here it is—sprawling across the fence line like it’s always belonged.

I still remember the sound. A crash, a sharp inhale, and silence. It was a bowl—my grandmother’s. One of those treasures that holds more than soup… it holds memories. And

What if your life didn’t have to be on autopilot?What if it didn’t have to look like anyone else’s?What if designing a life you love wasn’t about overhauling everything……but simply

It’s been just about two months since our greenhouse went up at Sweet Bombdiggity Farms—and I’m already wondering how we ever managed without it. That said, it’s been a learning

This time of year, marigolds go from polite garden guests to full-on showstoppers. They spill over the edges of beds, pop through veggie rows like golden confetti, and keep blooming

Sometimes when I’m doing farm chores, working in the garden, or driving to an appointment, I start praying without even realizing it—little whispers of thanks or simple hopes for someone

Have you ever had a moment where you truly felt included—welcomed without hesitation, accepted without needing to earn it? I remember a time I walked into a room and someone

Fresh-picked berries, a buttery topping, and a whole lot of summer goodness—no oats required. There’s something about picking blackberries that makes the rest of the day feel sweeter. Maybe it’s
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