trying to explain what it's like to be a farmer's wife. You certainly can't predict when someone will be in to eat a meal. You can cook for 10 and only two will come in the house. You can cook for just you and then 8 guys will want to eat and there will be only peanut butter and no bread. HA
When I was 13 I read a book called Alabama Moon, it was one of those Silhouette teenage romance stories. This city girl, Stacy, has to move to the country and live on a dairy farm with her aunt and uncle. She meets Lane, the good looking farmboy and they fall in love. I decided right then and there that I would one day marry a farmer. 16 years later I did, and the "fairy tale" began! I am surprised John didn't break up with me when I asked him, "What is the difference between a steer and a bull?" I didn't know an input from a commodity - or a chisel plow from a cultivator. I still can't (make that won't) drive a tractor - but I can sort cattle better than any man! And I can pick a good looking breeding heifer out.
I can get up in the middle of the night and chase cows and still get up the next morning and get my kids up for school. I can cook more than Hamburger Helper. I can go to the front door and greet anyone that shows up and not be ashamed of the mess - because it's just life! I've learned that no one keeps a spotless house and no one cares if my cookies are from the store. (I am learning how to bake!)
I can look out at the fields and appreciate the hard work that my husband puts into the land. I can watch the sun rise and the sun set and know that God is good and that this is all in His hands. Thank you, God, for my farmer.