Farm Girl
Since we moved to town I’m not much of a farm girl anymore. Â I miss it from time to time. Â I was happy when I was there but now I’m happy to be here. Â 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. Â On Tuesday I had an appointment to have my foot checked. Â 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. Â I had to drive past the farm where we used to live, where Hubby still works, to get home. Â I saw that he was in the combine in the field right next to the road. Â 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. Â There are so many knobs, buttons and toggles that all have their own purpose. Â It would take me years to be able to figure it all out. Â There’s a monitor that predicts the yield (amount of bushels of corn per acre). Â Happily, it’s running high and crops are good…the down fall…prices for the corn aren’t very high. Â But, a good yield always makes everyone happy.
We went a few rounds chatting and catching up. Â I don’t see Hubby a lot in the fall. Â Typically a half hour or so a day. Â 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. Â They were done with what they needed corn for now and moved over to beans. Â The corn isn’t finished but the beans were ready to go. Â 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. Â None of the guys were around so it was Kelli and I to the rescue. Â He drove the combine to the new field. Â We picked him up and took him back to the old field so he could drive the combine head to the new field. Â We dropped him off. Â He asked that we stick around and make sure everything went okay. Â I proposed something else. Â 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? …