A recent farm accident in our community struck close to home this last month. The sadness that fills me when I think of it and all involved is overwhelming…The realization that my husband is often in similar shoes, doing just as risky an activity, just as far away from medical help, is a jolt to one’s heart and mind…
There is a frequently used piece of advice that is given between generations of women and FarmHer to FarmHer that just rubs me the wrong way every time I hear it. This piece of advice is this: “Don’t learn a new skill on the farm unless you want to do it for the rest of your life!” Now if you’ve said that, I still love you and think you’re awesome, but I want to share with you why it bugs me!
For those of you who know my story, you know that I was raised in Mount Shasta California, attended college in San Jose California and then moved to Montana to complete 2, 3 month internships and never left! So, yes I was born and raised in California, but that state doesn’t feel like home anymore and has only a part in defining where I’m from.
Mud has a way of testing your stamina, your ability to handle stress, your patience, and your will to keep going. Monday, Odin and I spent time together on a variety of projects with minimal results and only two jobs completed to show for all our hard labor.
The break in our super cold and snowy weather has finally arrived! As I turn my pick-up towards home, the bright blue sky rolls out in front of me, the sun gleams off of the windshield, George Strait and Garth Brooks serenade me as I drive.
Each new milestone is stretching me. I might stretch, kicking and screaming, but I’m stretching and learning. This last rain storm, although desired greatly and so much gratitude offered for it, brought added challenges to my life. A trusty 4 wheeler was not so trustworthy. My last option pickup died. The fields and pastures were so saturated I couldn’t get in without the 4 wheeler, which left me on foot chasing cows in the pouring rain.
It’s 12:30 AM and my hubby just left to go check cows. It snowed again tonight which increases the likelihood of cold calves and losing ears. I have our entryway prepped. I have the storm door propped open so he only has to get through one door with a calf. I’ve got an old sheet out on the floor to try to keep the mess to a minimum.