Welcome to Wild Roots.
A small regenerative farm in Duvall, WA. We’re learning to do right by the land — naming the animals, telling the truth about it, and writing it down as we go. Come along for the ride.
The peonies are in full bloom.
Extravagantly pink, mildly overdramatic, and not the sort to hang around long. If you’d like to come pick a few yourself or pick up a bunch we’ve already cut, drop Kappie a line and she’ll set something up.
Meet the residents.
The names came easy. The behavior management did not.
- the smoothie
Nutella
Soft, warm-brown, and sweet enough to make you forget the chewing.
- brain freeze
Slurpee
Fast, fizzy, prone to head-butting things that aren’t threats.
- chief mischief officer
Bowser
Personality of a labrador with a forklift license. Kappie & Joe’s daily cardio.
- head of greenhouse security
Tom
Sleek, black, and convinced the greenhouse would fall to ruin without his patrols. Mostly visible at dinnertime, when his commitment to the cause briefly wavers.
- greenhouse security, second shift
Penelope
A magnificent ginger cloud with the facial expression of a cat who has filed several complaints. Guards the greenhouse alongside Tom, mainly by sitting near it and judging.
- Blanche, Rose, Dorothy & Sophia
The Golden Girls
Four very normal, very loud ducks named after the only logical group of four. Terrible singers, excellent at slugs.
- still to be named
The Indian Runners
They walk upright. They look mildly horrified at all times. We have not landed on names yet — they keep moving when we point at them.
- long live the Queen
The Bees
Kappie and Joe signed up for a beekeeping class on a whim. We have a hive now. The hive is painted. The Queen approves.
Names we still say out loud.
Three of the cast are no longer with us. Their stories live in the Farm Stories; their names live here.
- the snack thief
Oreo
Black, white, and possibly part raccoon. Had opinions about gates. We lost him in the floods of January 2026.
- the quiet one
Shadow
Stoic. Wise. We said our goodbyes — see the Farm Stories.
- the wide receiver
DK
Named for the Seahawk, DK Metcalf, and built like him — bigger than physics should allow. We said our goodbyes — see the Farm Stories.
Farm Stories — start at the beginning.
Real anecdotes from real chaos. Written by us. Also by Kappie and Joe, who actually live with the consequences. In chronological order — first one first.
- Snoopy and Fam · And so it begins....
We had a plan. We had no idea.
How a long-running conversation about regenerative farming turned into a Saturday-night decision, a Sunday-morning property walk, and a farm we are still very slowly learning to be worthy of.
Read the story → 
Snoopy and Fam · The circle of lifeA respectful farewell for Shadow & DK
How we said goodbye, on the farm’s terms, through the good folks at Martzolf Meats. The hardest, kindest thing we’ve done.
Read the story →
Snoopy and Fam · honest reflectionsWhen the road became a river
December and January brought a 100-year flood event to the valley. Our road was twelve feet under water. The only way in was by kayak. We are still counting what we lost — including Oreo.
Read the story →
Joe · barn updatesHow we became duck parents (twice)
A friend said “Indian Runner Ducks are a must.” We went looking for Indian Runners and came home, the first time, with the Golden Girls.
Read the story →
Kappie · field notesWe became beekeepers by accident
Joe and I signed up for a beekeeping class. It was supposed to be a sampler. Six weeks later we had a hive, a painted box, and a queen.
Read the story →
Snoopy and FamHe thinks my tractor's sexy!
It's a girl thing — we'd like that on the record before the story gets told wrong down at the feed store. Some girls buy shoes, we buy tractors!
Read the story →
Friends of the Farm
We’re slowly, carefully, building a little circle of people who want to follow along — and, eventually, be invited to small private gatherings on the farm. Bonfires. Tastings. Slow walks. Whatever we figure out how to host without setting it on fire. (No promises.)