I reminisce the mornings where a baby calf had to be bottle fed before I had to be at work by 7:30 am, and all the times I had been called home due to animals out of their pastures running the countryside. Or the days where we would search for momma cows delivering new babies on our bellies thru briar patches and weeds, to confirm the safe delivery of another baby calf to the farm. Some say I am crazy and still can't believe how life has changed for us. But its the compassion we have and the love we share in raising Gods creatures............that every one is cared for as a pet and nothing less.
The nights where my farmer comes in at midnight to rise 5 hours later to get back to his job or the heat/cold of the day that I ponder how he can persevere. The smell of grease and the film of dirt on everything we own is a statement to the lifestyle that we live. Not just all animals on our farm, but growing and tending to the land also makes up our crazy life. Long days and nights in the field along with worrying what mother nature will do can make a person go crazy. But its the good crazy that keeps us loving and working on the American Farm. Not to mention raising 2 girls outside in the fields.........with the smell of manure and the sound of a tractor nearby. My favorite all time memory is my 2 year old beside my leg as we fed cattle and watch and talked to them as they ate........her chewing gum fell out of her mouth, our dog decided to investigate and spit it out when he realized it was not for him.....to then turn as my child picked it back up off the ground and went to chewing again! "Little dirt never hurt anyone right?"
Almost 11 years later we eat, sleep, and breathe farm life. Learning to incorporate a lifestyle we were both unaccustomed too financially and emotionally hasn't been easy...........but its the LOVE of our "hands in the dirt, hearts at work" that motivates our every moment! Just another day in the life, of a farmers wife!
Paul Harvey's God Made a Farmer
And on the eighth day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, "I need a caretaker." So God made a farmer.
God said, "I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the field, milk cows again, eat supper, then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board." So God made a farmer.
God said, "I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt and watch it die, then dry his eyes and say,'Maybe next year,' I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from an ash tree, shoe a horse with hunk of car tire, who can make a harness out hay wire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. Who, during planting time and harvest season will finish his 40-hour week by Tuesday noon and then, paining from tractor back, put in another 72 hours." So God made the farmer.
God said, "I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bales, yet gentle enough to yean lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink-comb pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the leg of a meadowlark."
It had to be somebody who'd plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed, and brake, and disk, and plow, and plant, and tie the fleece and strain the milk, . Somebody who'd bale a family together with the soft, strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh, and then sigh and then reply with smiling eyes when his son says that he wants to spend his life doing what Dad does. "So God made a farmer."
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