Turns out country’s most glamorous voice has a green thumb and a shovel to match.

While Carrie Underwood’s known for glittering gowns, powerhouse vocals, and commanding arena stages, it’s the dirt under her fingernails that’s telling the real story these days. When she’s not lighting up the American Idol stage as a judge or belting out chart-toppers, she’s back home in Tennessee. She’s raising sheep, hauling in tomatoes, dodging bee swarms, and straight-up homesteading like a country pioneer with a Grammy shelf.

On her family farm outside Nashville, Carrie, husband Mike Fisher, and their sons Isaiah and Jacob live a life that feels more old-school Loretta Lynn than modern country chic. But that’s the whole point. She’s not cosplaying country. She’s out there canning pheasant stew, crocheting her own tomato-print tops, and praying out loud in the orchard until she gets startled by a snake in the blueberry bush. Real farm life, y’all.

And she’s not just doing it for the ‘Gram. This is a fully committed return to the land. She’s built greenhouses, grown plums and peaches, baked sourdough from scratch, and taught her boys how to eat what they grow. This is a woman who doesn’t just sing about back roads and simple lives. She’s living one.

During one recent weekend while her sons were away, she turned her kitchen into a prepper’s paradise. She cooked down 35 pheasants for pot pies and soup, filled jars with plum jam (or butter, or sauce, she’s still figuring it out), and stacked up cobbler filling for the future. It wasn’t a hobby. It was a mission.

Even the bee swarm she encountered mid-harvest didn’t stop her. She picked eight gallons of blueberries before being forced to flee the orchard like a scene from a horror movie. She still ended the day with pie filling and pink lemonade jam. That’s country toughness.

But maybe the most honest thing Carrie’s ever said came after praying in her orchard. “The devil is always there… lurking… even when we feel at our closest with God.” A snake showed up right as she started to pray, and that moment sparked something spiritual. She finished her prayer anyway, eyes on the snake, hands on her basket, and heart still open. That’s grit wrapped in grace.

Even her time on American Idol gets laced into her life on the farm. When a lamb was born on the day of the season finale, she named it Jamal after the winner. During a May taping, she strolled into work in a shirt she crocheted herself, decorated with tomatoes. It’s not a costume. It’s Carrie being Carrie.

Underwood said she hopes to one day stop buying food from the store altogether. She’s getting closer. Her husband hunts. She grows their veggies. They compost everything. The chickens clean up the rest. They eat seasonally, live intentionally, and waste nothing.

And while Carrie Underwood can still sell out an arena, she’d just as soon be in her garden pulling squash or baking cobbler from orchard fruit. Maybe it’s not the glamorous side of country music we’re used to seeing, but it’s the heart of it. Carrie is proving that she never left her roots. She just planted them deeper.