The nights slip by and morning comes so early. The whistle of my phone alarm draws my attention and makes me roll over to wake my husband. With my job out of the way, I slip back into dream land for an extra fifteen minutes before my phone whistles again. Morning! The trip out the…
It was the fall before our wedding when my fiancé introduced me to field work. I was a bit nervous to drive the tractor–having not grown up on a farm I had no large-machinery-driving-talent– but Amos assured me that I would be fine. The 1972 John Deere powershift he put me on was easy as…
When I first started feeding calves, I loved it. My husband would do chores and then come finish milking for me so I could fill a couple buckets of milk and go convince the calves that a bucket is just as good as a bottle. Then work started piling up and my husband wasn’t able…
This past summer was one of the most difficult summers of my life. There were incredible highs where memory-making once-in-a-life-time things happened, and incredible lows where we faced loss and sorrow in a very deep and life-altering way. It was a bit like the year I got married, which was also the year I began…
I was caught in an awful place that year. So many difficult things circling, attacking me day and night. The last thing I had energy for was to try and meet someone else’s standards. But she came up to me, all sugar-sweet and smiles, and gently explained that I did not meet the standard of…
We went to a funeral last night for the elderly mother of a friend. Her obituary said, “homemaker and self-described ‘Farmer’s wife’”. I never met her in life, but I think we would have been friends. It was a warm evening and the atmosphere was soft. She was well loved, one could tell. People filled the…
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