First blog post, here we are.
I guess I am not sure how to organize my thoughts or really know the right way to go with a blog when you’re first starting out. I never even imagined I would start something like this, but then again, so many things in my life I never imagined I would be doing.
Let’s start with the whole farmers wife thing. Sometimes I catch myself when I tell people that, because even I can’t believe this is the life I am living. But before we go into that, let me say, I love this life, so much more than I could have ever imagined.
I grew up in a small town in Northern Indiana, called Warsaw. My mom & dad moved to Warsaw from the big city of Indianapolis, when I was 2 years old. So my days of city living are nothing but a memory, a memory that I was to young to even remember. We lived in the country, but never farmed. My dad grew up on a farm & I would spend days, weekends, as much time as I could, at my grandparents farm. They raised row crops (corn, beans, etc.) & in their farms prime, had cattle, pigs, and even a pony for my Aunt. Side note: I would ask my granpda Scherer for a horse, you know, I could keep it at his farm. He would give me a list of chores & tell me if I finished my chores he would think about it. This scenario played out over & over. My naive & happy-go-lucky young self, never caught on. And, I never got that horse. But grandpa got a partner for so many of his chores.
So, I met this tall, handsome farm boy my sophomore year of high school. He wore wranglers to basketball games on Friday nights (sayyy whatt) and wore his black, worn-in, harley davidson baseball cap backwards on his sandy blonde hair. He was a Junior, unlike any guy I even had met & I felt like I was in over my head. My head was spinning and my heart was melted. He was different that anyone I knew, and in all the good ways!
3 months of dating later, lots of going to highschool basketball games together, rides in his old Dodge truck around the backroads and I knew, I loved him and everything that went with him.
That everything, was this life on the farm. You see, this life we live, isn’t something that we just can walk away from at 5:00pm. It defines us. It is us. This is something that took me a long time to truly understand. So from a town girl, to a farmers wife. And I would never go back .
My farmer & I dated all through high school. We had hiccups in college. I was in nursing school 2 hours from home, and he was home. He was home on the farm, working & building a life I was so defiant of wanting to live. In college, we broke up, mainly because of me. I wanted to see the world & with my career path of being a nurse, I knew I could do it. I loved my farmer, but was not ready to be tied down to the life he was building. Bless his heart, he never wavered in what he knew he wanted. Which was me (no matter how hard I pulled away) and his farm.
I couldn’t tell you what finally clicked for me. For me to know that my farmer and all that goes with him, was right. Divine intervention? God, just smacking me in the face & saying “go!” Maybe a little of both those. Really, maybe I just stopped thinking about myself. Became a little more selfless. I finally realized I was meant to be with Scott (my farmer) and I couldn’t deny that anymore.
So cheerfully and with love in my heart for my farmer, I packed my bags, put on my boots (Lord knows I had no cowboy boots at this point) and walked straight into that farm life. I haven’t looked back since, & I even own and love a couple pairs of cowboy boots. Shhh, I did do cattle chores in my sperrys yesterday. just imagine me dodging and jumping around cow pies in the barn while trying to give grain to our unusually friendly bull, while shooing the pregnant cows away who so badly want some of that grain. My mother could only shake her head at me & in reality, probably yell at me for choring in those shoes!
So life on the farm. I love it, and I want to share it, in all its unique beauty, with you.
Here, you’ve got to listen to this song.
If you needed a quick glimpse at who I am, you just heard it.
& don’t even get me started on joey + rory right now-I’m a mess about it.