I have always loved this photo. I took it a few years ago while we were out in a field that had just been planted. We were down in the dirt counting green bean seeds to check the planting rate and I remember looking over at Matt as we both were kneeling down, and being thankful to have him out there with me. I wasn’t sure how I got so lucky, I’m still not, but I’m reminded often that I am.
And today just so happens to be this great guy’s birthday! And while it might seem like just another day on the farm, I wanted to share something special on here, because as real life happens, we don’t say all the good stuff enough. My farmer is the one who gets to (has to) be there when I can’t (usually because of our growing family). He works tirelessly at the weather’s beck and call, yes…even on Sundays. He takes risks alongside me as we make decisions that will effect our success and ultimately our livelihood. I can’t imagine what my life would be like without this man, and I can’t imagine our farm without him either.
Although now that I think about it, he might be able to…I think it would probably involve a lot more fishing and hunting (sorry babe!). Plus I have to be honest here, farming together isn’t always perfect moments of bumper crops, slam dunks and sunshine (especially this year!), and we are together very literally all the time, no really, ALL. THE. TIME. Sometimes it’s tough, but we are doing it, we are working together, sometimes with trial and error and a few (or a lot of) deep breaths. But I’ll give him credit, he’s my rock when I get (very rarely obviously) all wound up about this that or the other. I can’t thank him enough for that.
He’s also a great dad, who loves his boys with a love that is unwavering. We are finding that we are lucky….every single day….to get to do what we love with who we love. So today happy birthday to my one and only. You’re a great friend, my solid ground, an incredible dad, wonderful husband….and as it turns out, almost as good of a farmer as me (wink wink). And cheers to another wonderful year of hanging out in the fields, inevitably covered in dirt, with our little farming family!
As a mom of young little men, 2 & 1…I am glad that I get to stay home one day a week with them and just be a mom. While this isn’t really the case because cells phones make it impossible (in good ways and bad) to be completely disconnected from the farm, I truly enjoy that mid-week time that we get to hang out.
Yesterday it wasn’t raining and made for a great day to get outside and play! Auggie is getting to be quite the walker (soon to be runner!) and Hoot just finds adventure at every turn! Yesterday was just one of those great days. One that I know I’ll look back on and miss once the boys are jumping on a school bus in the morning, or worse yet jumping in their car and driving to school (heaven forbid!).
It’s not always easy to find balance between farming, raising crops…raising kids, disciplining, loving, and generally feeling totally at ease with how life is going, actually if I were to be honest here I know I’m not alone in saying, for me it’s a struggle. But there are moments, and yesterday was one that I felt like we were in a good place. I got to do some soaking in of those small boys just being boys. We made some memories and man was it nice!
Happy Friday everyone!
We did have some small amount of excitement this year while harvesting wheat. It was the perfect storm in many ways, mostly in good ways thankfully!
It was on one of those really super hot days we have been having here at the tail end of summer. Probably in the high 90’s and we were two rounds into a field of standing wheat. Hoot had just climbed in the cab with Matt and I to make a few rounds (to make sure we are doing it right of course!) and as we turn the corner in the combine he starts to yell and point, “Burning Mommy!” And sure enough I looked to where he was pointing and saw flames 15 feet in the air….chaos quickly ensued. “Fire!” over the radio, meanwhile one of our guys saw the flames and was running to his rig to get extinguishers. Equipment driving out of the field as fast as possible, a call to 911…it was all very crazy!
Here are the things that went wrong…our best guess is that the sickle bar hit a rock and caused a spark, which caused the field to start on fire very quickly. The wheat is incredibly dry when we are harvesting so it doesn’t take much for fire to start and spread very rapidly.
But here’s what went right. Firefighter Hoot was on scene and spotted the blaze quickly! We had everyone there! Both truck drivers, my dad, Matt and myself were all miraculously in the field at that moment. 90% of the time it’s just the combine driver and maybe a truck driver, not much for manpower. The wind was blowing away from the standing wheat so it spread the fire as far as the headland and then stopped. We had plenty of fire extinguishers and the guys moved fast to wet the standing wheat and put out small spot fires. It was a great job done by everyone!
We were lucky that day, this whole thing could have been a very different story if the wind had shifted, if it had happened just 30 minutes before…really the what-ifs are endless. I have never harvested looking back in my mirrors so much in my life! It was also a little nerve wracking harvesting next to the burned area on the next round, I am pretty sure I was holding my breath! I can honestly say this year I was glad to put the combine away on the hottest days that were yet to hit a few weeks ago. Here’s to hoping that never happens again, and if it does, we get all the things that “went right” again!