Kindred Roots

10/04/2026

Congratulations to Amy Hendrickson, the winner of our Kindred Roots basket at today’s market! 🧺🤎 Thank you to everyone who stopped by and entered. Stay tuned for more chances to win at upcoming markets!

My wife and I both have work travel coming up, so we’ll unfortunately miss the last outdoor Abrams Farmers Market of the season. Thank you for making this season such a good one for our little family business!

You can find us back at the indoor markets starting November 5th, then the first Thursday of every month from 5–7 p.m. We look forward to seeing you there! 🍂

10/03/2026

A little goodbye to summer, a little hello to fall. 🍂

We’re bringing our fall products to the market tomorrow, and we’re celebrating with a Kindred Roots giveaway basket!

It’s also our way of saying thank you for showing up, shopping small, and making us part of your homes this summer. Every visit to our table has meant a lot to our family.

We’ll share the basket and all the giveaway details tomorrow. Come see us at the Abrams Farmers Market and see what we’ve been working on. 🤎

— The Kindred Roots family

09/06/2026

You can turn on the news and find a hundred reasons to believe the world is getting worse.

Or you can come home from your local farmers market with a counter full of peaches somebody brought you just because they thought of you.

Today, customers brought us peaches from their own trees. One of our regulars who always comes with treats for Gemma brought our daughter a little wallet and gave her a couple dollars to put in it. Then another vendor handed her $10 for it.

Nothing earth shattering. Nothing that’ll make the evening news.

Just people being good to each other.

And I think sometimes we forget how much that matters.

It’s easy to look at everything happening in the world and feel like there’s nothing one person can really do about any of it.

But you can know your neighbors. Support the little market down the road. Bring somebody peaches. Remember the dog treats. Make a kid feel like the richest person alive because she has a few dollars in her brand new wallet.

You can show up.

Maybe changing the world has always looked a little more like that than we give it credit for.

We’re incredibly grateful for the people who keep reminding us what community can look like.

The good stuff is still here. Sometimes you just have to get close enough to see it. ❤️

09/01/2026

Sometimes I think about how strange it all is.

None of us arrived here with a handbook.

We were just born onto the same spinning rock, under the same sky, with one fragile little lifetime to figure out.

And somewhere along the way, humans started deciding what a life was supposed to look like.

How much of ourselves we should give to work.
How much rest was considered enough.
How much time we could justify spending with the people we love.
What counted as “successful.”
What kind of life was considered enough.

Then those decisions got passed down long enough that they started feeling like laws of nature.

But they aren’t.

They were choices made by people.

Maybe the strangest part isn’t that we made the rules.

It’s that we forgot we made them.

We built entire lives around things somebody decided were “normal” and somewhere along the way, stopped asking whether normal was actually good.

Because this is it.

One life.
One tiny stretch of time on this spinning rock.

And I think we owe it to ourselves to ask whether the life we’ve been told to chase is worth missing the one we’re actually living.

08/31/2026

Maybe Sunday night dread isn’t about Monday. Maybe it’s about having to leave the life you love for the one that’s draining you.

I don’t want to spend five days a week waiting to get back to the parts of my life that actually feel like mine.

So I’m trying to build something different. Slowly, imperfectly but on purpose.

08/28/2026

I think we forget how much power we still have to make life feel good. 🤎

08/28/2026

Apparently Kindred Roots has a TikTok now because this has somehow gotten wildly more serious than I ever intended 😂

I started this whole thing thinking we’d make some jam, sell a few things at the market, and call it good.

Now we’re making nostalgic family posts, talking about traditions, and apparently trying to build a little corner of the internet too 🥴

So if you’re on TikTok, come hang out with us while I continue pretending I know what I’m doing 😂🌿

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08/28/2026

Do you ever look at your kids having one of those simple nights and suddenly remember what it felt like to be them?

A campground after dark.
Something special to eat.
Everybody still outside when you should probably be getting ready for bed.
A movie playing where movies normally don’t play.

And for just a second, you remember the magic.

I think a lot of us are reaching an age where the world we grew up in feels a little farther away than it used to.

The people change.
Families grow and spread out.
Some traditions fade.
Even the ones we keep don’t always look the way we remember them.

But lately I’ve been realizing maybe they aren’t supposed to.

Because when you really think about what made those memories matter, it usually wasn’t that everything happened exactly the same way every year.

It was somebody making the effort.

Somebody gathering everyone together.
Somebody teaching us how to make things, fix things, feed people, laugh when plans went sideways, and make an ordinary day feel worth remembering.

Those were traditions. But they were also strengths. And now, somehow, we’re the ones holding them.

Our kids may never experience childhood exactly the way we did. Maybe that’s okay. Maybe our job isn’t to recreate the past for them.

Maybe it’s to recognize the good that was handed to us.. the connection, the resilience, the humor, the work, the togetherness, the ability to make a little bit of magic out of an ordinary night and find our own way to hand it forward.

Sometimes that might look completely different than it used to. But then you catch your kids sitting under the trees watching a movie with people they love and somehow the feeling is still there.

Maybe that’s the beautiful part.

Traditions change hands. 🤎

08/26/2026

Some dogs don’t just live in the house. They somehow end up woven into the whole story.

They’re in the family pictures.
In the truck.
At the market.
Taking up approximately 92% of somebody’s lap.
Running through the water on summer nights.
Curled up beside the kids when the day finally slows down.

Around here, that’s Gemma. 🤎

She’s become such a normal part of Kindred Roots that people ask where she is when she misses a market and some of you have even shown up with treats and little gifts for her.

Which honestly makes perfect sense. Gemma has never met a stranger she didn’t immediately decide was her new best friend.

She’s ridiculously sweet, endlessly patient, always somewhere in the middle of whatever we’re doing, and just one of those once in a lifetime good dogs.

But I think my favorite thing about her is something she’ll never understand.. She’s becoming a large part of our daughter’s childhood.

Someday there will be pictures of lake days, car rides, lazy afternoons, family gatherings, and ordinary nights at home and there she’ll be.

Not because we were trying to make a memory.

Just because she was always there.

So for National Dog Day, here’s to Gemma and to all the dogs who quietly become part of the family story without ever asking for much more than a place beside us.

I have a feeling a lot of us have one of those dogs. If you do, I’d genuinely love to meet them show me the dog that somehow became such a large part of your story too.

08/25/2026

There was a very specific kind of excitement when a good catalog showed up in the mailbox.

You didn’t save a link.

You folded the corner.

You circled the thing you wanted.

You left it on the kitchen table and flipped through it enough times that everybody in the house probably knew exactly which page you were looking at. 😂

So when a Henry Repeating Arms catalog showed up in our mailbox today, it felt like getting a tiny piece of that back.

And no, this isn’t sponsored. We just genuinely love this kind of thing.

In a world where almost everything is instant, digital and gone from your attention five seconds later, there’s something really good about having something you can actually hold.

A real catalog.
A dog eared page.
Coffee on the table.
Something worth coming back to.

Maybe nostalgia isn’t really about wanting to go backward.

Maybe it’s just realizing some of the little things were worth carrying forward.

And apparently, in 2026, getting an actual Henry catalog in the mail is enough to make us way too happy.🤎

Surely we’re not the only ones who miss this.