Kindred Roots

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.

08/18/2026

Parenting has a funny way of changing what you consider a productive day.

Before kids, I probably would’ve measured a good day by how much we got done, how far we went, or whether we actually accomplished what we set out to do.

Now, sometimes we make it maybe half a mile.

Because there are acorns to collect. Bugs to inspect. Rocks that absolutely cannot be left behind. And pictures that need to be taken with her little camera.

Every few feet, there’s another reason to stop.

And somewhere along the way, you realize they aren’t just following you anymore.

They’re becoming their own little person right in front of you with their own interests, their own questions, and their own things they notice that you probably would’ve walked right past.

Nothing monumental happened on this walk.

We didn’t cover much ground. We didn’t accomplish anything you could cross off a list.

But we got to see what caught her attention. We waited while she took the pictures. And by the end, her little hands were full of acorns she’d collected like treasure.

I spend a lot of time wondering what parts of childhood she’ll actually remember.

Maybe she won’t remember this particular afternoon at all.

But I hope all of these ordinary little days add up to something she does remember that there was room to be curious, time to explore, and people willing to stop when something felt important to her.

And someday, when I’ve forgotten whatever else I thought needed to get done that day, I have a feeling I’ll still remember that little blue camera and those hands full of acorns.

08/13/2026

August always sneaks up on me.

Summer starts out feeling endless. Like we have all the time in the world for gardens and flowers, bare feet, late evenings and little adventures.

Then somehow it’s August.

The days are getting a little shorter. The garden is overflowing. And I catch myself looking at moments like this a little differently.

She doesn’t know summer is going fast.

She’s just picking out flowers.

She doesn’t know that while she’s busy growing up, I’m quietly trying to memorize the version of her standing in front of me.

Someday these ordinary little summer days will be the ones I’d give anything to have back.

So maybe August isn’t really about squeezing everything we can into the summer we have left.

Maybe it’s just a reminder to notice it while we’re still in it. ❤️

08/12/2026

Some nights of parenting hit a little harder than others.

Our girl has been struggling lately. And as her dad, there are moments when I genuinely don’t know the right answer. I don’t always know if I’m supposed to push her through something, sit beside her in it, or somehow find the perfect words that make it all feel a little less scary.

I know there are people who look at the way our generation parents and think we’re too soft.

Maybe we are softer.

But I’m starting to think that’s not such a bad thing.

She’s a little human experiencing this entire world for the first time. We expect children to manage fear, disappointment, frustration, exhaustion and emotions that plenty of us adults still don’t know how to handle ourselves.

I don’t want to toughen her up by becoming another hard part of her world.

The world will have plenty of time to be cruel to her.

My job right now is to be the place where she learns what to do when it is.

To teach her that being scared doesn’t mean she isn’t brave. That hard feelings don’t have to be run from. That home is safe. That Mom and Dad will listen. And that she can always come back to us while she figures out who she is.

Because right now she’s still little enough to believe there might be treasure buried in the garden.

She’s still digging through the dirt looking for it with complete confidence that something magical could be down there.

And I’ll protect that kind of innocence for as long as life lets me.

Not because I want to shield her from the world forever.

Because someday she’ll have to navigate all of it herself.

And when that day comes, I don’t want the voice inside her head to be another cruel one.

I want it to sound a little like home. ❤️

08/10/2026

Most nights around here aren’t picture perfect.

Especially market weekends. Sometimes it’s 9pm, the toddler still isn’t asleep, Mom’s inside trying to make that happen, and Dad’s outside grilling dinner in the dark because… well, everybody still has to eat. 😂

And somehow, standing out here over the charcoal grill, tired as can be, I just keep thinking about how blessed we are.

This little business has brought so many good people into our lives. So many familiar faces, kind words, conversations across the table, people coming back week after week, and people choosing to support our family and what we’re building.

It’s messy. It’s busy. We’re usually tired. Bedtime doesn’t always go according to plan, dinner might happen way later than intended, and some days we’re just figuring it out as we go. But this season of life is really, really good.

Thank you for being part of it. We love the little community that’s grown around Kindred Roots more than we could ever properly put into words. ❤️

08/06/2026

Happy Birthday to the man behind Kindred Roots Luke Kranz! ❤️

Being able to share this little community with you all has been so heartwarming. From meeting new faces and learning new recipes to bringing back old family traditions, it's been an incredible journey and none of it would be possible without him!

His hard work, passion, and dedication are at the heart of everything we do. I'm so grateful to be building this dream together.

Join me in wishing him the happiest birthday! Here's to another year of making memories, sharing traditions, and growing Kindred Roots together. 🎉🌿