Why I was waxing rhapsodic about peanuts last year?
Why didn’t I remember that even just preparing the fields for planting left me here at home with babies until almost dark?
And why didn’t I recall how they steal my husband away and keep my rib-eye steaks waiting far too long?
Thank goodness that chocolate milkshakes and sudden rainshowers equal a family picnic in the middle of the afternoon or we may not see him again until July.
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The downside of being a farmers wife. I finally decided that if I wanted to spend time with my husband during haying I needed to be out there with him helping. We both work full time jobs in addition to the farm and now I find myself using vacation days to come home and help him by raking the hay. Who would’ve thought this would be my life but I love it!
I am not so great with all this farming stuff. My hubs and kids are 450 miles away from home when they are farming!
I am dreading them leaving already!! (June)
I dislike it it very much. Hopefully next year we will have an office set up out there then I can spend more time out there with them. I miss those big obnoxious teenagers!! Hubs too.
We have the same problem a this time of the year…except we share it. We have 5 kids and we can get them to help somewhat but three of them are too young to do anything so we just share the load. I don’t think I would do too well to be at home all the time with the kids. It is actually quite peaceful in the tractor cab all by yourself with only the radio or a CD for company. Sometimes something goes wrong and your peace is shattered for a bit but eventually you get moving again. You would enjoy it!
I know just how you feel! When Josh deploys, it feels like everything is wrong. Food doesn’t taste as good, sunsets aren’t as pretty, and sunrises are certainly worth missing. Yet, after the deployment I’ll think back fondly on the sweet love letters and the excitement I feel every time the phone rings and I’m hoping it might be him.
Mother Nature has a way of interfering. Sometimes in a GOOD way.
For about three weeks strait of working ground, spreading fertilizer and planting corn, my husband wasn’t home before dark…I so feel your pain!!
I love the last picture! Beautiful my dear!
Ha Ha During the summer, hay season, the only way to see mine is to go ride on the tractor with him. He even put an extra seat in the tractor!
Impromptu picnics sound like the way to go!
I have talked to you a few times on twopeas. I’m the one who lives in Poquoson with the two girls who would l.o.v.e to photograph them on your beautiful farm. I just became a fan of you on fb too. I saw your blog post and just had to comment… although we don’t run a farm, can’t begin to understand that… my husband runs a landscaping company and is NEVER home. 80+ hours a week (I didn’t even know that was possible!) Just wanted to say I feel your pain =)