It's Complicated...
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.
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.
Comments
it's as simple as can be ;-)
Country life is hard work but there is no better life (except for life after this ;-)...!