I don’t (always) love farming.
But I love the green of our fields in summer / petting the velvety forehead of a cow / the sound of truck wheels on gravel—a harbinger of my husband walking through the door.
I love watching new barns go up / dropping kids off for tractor rides / the way the wind whispers through the alfalfa and the smell of damp soil after a rain.
I love the way my husband’s passion for his work lights up his face / our connection to the land and where food comes from / that the kids know the name of everyone on the dairy and they pray for them (and the cows) at night.
I love the bustle of daily activity / how silos remind me a bit of skyscrapers / that my fearless daughter feeds calves from her bare hands.
I love welcoming visitors to our farm / walking in wide open spaces / that we’re building something bigger than ourselves.
Modern Farm Wife 