The Calm Before the (Corn) Storm

The tall, swaying stalks out my bedroom window make it impossible to ignore: fall is here. More specifically, as the Dairy Man keeps reminding me, corn harvest is almost here.

DM is charged with nervous energy and dancing around the house humming “It’s the mooooost wonderful tiiiiiime of the yeeeeeear.”

I, on the other hand, start hearing the music from Jaws: “Daaaaa dum, daaaaa dum, daaaaaa dum da dum daaaa dum.” This week truly is the calm before the storm. Before the sharknado of farming activities, if you will.

People, a corn storm is brewing.


It’s time to prepare, to brace myself. Call it mental calisthenics. As I stand on the precipice of a few weeks alone, it’s important to stretch my farm wife coping mechanisms (and stock up on dry cereal and wine).

This is my third corn harvest out in the boondocks (read about year one and two here). I’m not a rookie. But it will still be a shock to my system when DM slips into the delirium that can only be caused by corn harvest.

Over the next few weeks, we will harvest approximately 1,100 acres of corn babies. (Well, I suppose they’re corn adults at this point. *Sniff* They grow up so fast.) This will involve DM spending countless hours in the tractor building monstrous piles of corn covered with tires and plastic and seeing a whole lot of this:


Unlike some farm wives, I don’t get very involved in the process. I work an 8-5 job wearing pencil skirts and stilettos and haven’t the foggiest idea how to operate farm machinery (for good reason). I’m currently planning EIGHT work events for this fall and stress-eating peanut M&Ms like it’s my job. My role on the dairy is to support, ensure DM is eating something every day, and keep myself entertained. Because, really. Can you see me driving a tractor?


I do not have the farming wardrobe figured out.

For all of the craziness these next few weeks will bring, I don’t want to miss the excitement, the progress, or the beauty of this time of year.

Corn harvest may signify dinners alone, an inconceivably exhausted DM, and a depressed Jersey the pup, but it’s also the culmination of so much hard work.

Despite a weird, wet spring, our corn was planted with intention and care. Dairy Man spent half his life checking pivots and making sure the babies were getting enough water. The leafy green stuff has survived dry weeks, wet weeks, and gale-force winds.

It feels good to be this close to the finish line. Corn harvest represents time well spent. It promises that our bovine ladies will have plenty of food over the next year. It also gives me large hills to scurry around on like a mountain goat.


It’s the little things when you’re a country bumpkin.

My biggest compliant is that I will lose the blossoming privacy screens surrounding our house. Things always feel a little forlorn when the corn comes down.

corn tassles

But for now, I will savor these final days of summer. I’ll soak in quality time with DM. I’ll take quiet moments to sit in the grass and let the rustling whisper of the stalks speak to my soul.

Just a few more days, my pretties.

farmers in corn

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature’s first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Yes, indeed. November’s got this farm wife feeling melancholy. This time of year is cold, gray, and somehow urges me to eat chocolate. Things are dreary now, but I’m looking forward to snow (this is the ONLY time in the year you’ll hear me say that!) and the holidays. Bring on Christmas.

Feeling Thank Full

Today I am feeling full of thanks. I am thank full.

I know that most of you will be happily consuming various forms of turkey and green beans in a few hours, but I wanted to squeeze in my thanks giving before it all begins.

As I bask in the glow of a short work week, I finally have a moment to reflect on the past year. As I look back, it’s so easy to focus on things that don’t matter. It’s so easy to be pessimistic and wallow in the things that didn’t go the way I wanted them to go. But this is a season of thanks, of gratitude, of awareness. Though these past 12 months have brought huge changes and difficulties, I can’t help but feel so thankful.

I’m thankful for a loving Savior.

I’m thankful for a husband who cheers me up, supports my dreams, and will never leave my side.

I’m thankful for a family that is goofy, crazy, and so very perfect.

I’m thankful for the Dairy Man’s family and how they have accepted me as a daughter and a sister. They are just as crazy as my family. Don’t let the normal picture fool you.

I’m thankful for a warm house that always smells like coffee and is full of love. (And IKEA furniture.)

I’m thankful for coffee, while I’m on the subject. Without it, I would die. I have a problem.

I’m thankful for a mischievous puppy who both infuriates me and melts my heart on a daily basis. He’s growing up MUCH too quickly.

I’m thankful for a solid group of friends in this little country town. Who knew there were so many people like us out in the boonies?

I’m thankful for a good job that is close to home. And thankful for the old job that provided me with so many friends and priceless life experiences.

I’m thankful for our pack of friendly, healthy cows and a great first year at this new dairy.

I’m (pre) thankful for a Michigan victory over OSU this weekend! Someday I will clue you all in to just how obsessed this farm wife is with football. #goblue

I have so many things in my life to be thankful for. We are richly blessed.

Happy Thanksgiving from this Dairy Man + wife to you and yours!