Since we moved to town I’m not much of a farm girl anymore. I miss it from time to time. I was happy when I was there but now I’m happy to be here. I’m glad I’ve had each of the experiences in my life.
This last week was crazy busy filled with kids, appointments, new babies and late nights. On Tuesday I had an appointment to have my foot checked. After that I ran the errands not taking my scooter and walking with my boot the entire time.
It was getting dark as I was finally heading towards home. I had to drive past the farm where we used to live, where Hubby still works, to get home. I saw that he was in the combine in the field right next to the road. Although I had ice cream in the back I decided to stop and ride a few rounds with him in the combine.
This was my view for the next 45 minutes.
I am so amazed with the work that Hubby does. There are so many knobs, buttons and toggles that all have their own purpose. It would take me years to be able to figure it all out. There’s a monitor that predicts the yield (amount of bushels of corn per acre). Happily, it’s running high and crops are good…the down fall…prices for the corn aren’t very high. But, a good yield always makes everyone happy.
We went a few rounds chatting and catching up. I don’t see Hubby a lot in the fall. Typically a half hour or so a day. It’s not enough, but that’s farm life.
From there I headed home with the task of unloading the groceries and getting the house ready for another day of childcare.
Friday I played farm girl again. They were done with what they needed corn for now and moved over to beans. The corn isn’t finished but the beans were ready to go. Corn is much more flexible than soybeans are.
Hubby was done at one field and needed help moving four miles down the road to the next farm. None of the guys were around so it was Kelli and I to the rescue. He drove the combine to the new field. We picked him up and took him back to the old field so he could drive the combine head to the new field. We dropped him off. He asked that we stick around and make sure everything went okay. I proposed something else. I said we’d to get ice cream and them come back and check on him…he liked that plan.
Once we got back the bean head was hooked onto the combine…see? …