This sentence brings either excitement or dread for most everyone I’d guess.
For me it brought dread on this warm, really warm summer evening not too long ago. I had a million things to do in my cappuccino house and was feeling blue because a dinner date for that evening in the city had to be declined.
I begrudgingly had to change into my farm clothes (yes, I have farm clothes) which is a whole other story.
We all hoisted ourselves up into the farm truck, you know the one (if not click here to read about the infamous farm truck) .
We left town and made our way to one of the fields. I bounced along in the blasted farm truck with my children chatting happily about the mysterious project and wondering if it involved any heavy machinery.
When we arrived, I immediately noticed the beauty of the setting. It was mid evening and the sun was starting to lower. It was a hot summer evening and the light hitting the tips of the corn was a spectacular site. You know, perfect for social media post worthy pictures #winning
Meanwhile my gentleman farmer is explaining that we need to go down the lane & gather all the hay clippings and pile them into the bed of the truck.
Sounds easy enough and doesn’t sound like it will require anyone getting dirty. #farmwifewin
He, then, hands me a pitch fork. Like, an old school big pitchfork.
Meanwhile, my children are climbing the hay bales, laughing and chattering - with the cornfields behind them and the sun setting just so.... I realized I was looking at a great photo opportunity (aka social media post worthy opportunity).
I dropped the pitchfork like a dirty farm boot and took my iPhone and started snapping pictures of the boys.
This went on for a few minutes and I realized my gentleman farmer was looking at us all with his hands on his hips....
Like three naughty children, we got back into line and followed him picking up the hay and piling it into the bed of the truck.
Here’s the kicker. My three adult siblings and their spouses were all at dinner in the city at a very “cappuccino-esque” eatery at that very moment. A dinner date we were to have gone to, but couldn’t make it work, now that we lived out of the city and all.
As I grabbed pitchfork piles of hay I imagined the incredible glass of wine my sisters were drinking and the summertime dishes my brothers were noshing on. Dressed in cute outfits..... in a chic restaurant with fancy bathrooms....
Three months prior I’d have waved good bye to the babysitter, jumped in an Uber and been on my way in adorable summer shoes and my new summer clutch.
I started to really get annoyed - that is, until I looked up at the ol’ farm truck and saw my two little boys with triumphant looks on their red cheeks because they had climbed into the bed of the truck and were sitting on the roof after having jumped and stomped the hay down - they were commenting on the view from “up there” and telling me to work faster so they had more hay to stomp down.
These boys were loving this outing. There were no sounds except for the crickets and the birds - and their little voices. The sun was setting over the fields and it was hot and muggy and sticky and dirty and they were loving it.
I started to throw hay into the truck faster (after getting a great photo of them of course) and reminded myself that award winning city restaurants and cute summer shoes have their place - and I love them. However this is a chapter in my life and God has opened doors for us to have this opportunity and experience this farm and all that goes into it.
At least it makes for some great photo opportunities and good stories.
Oh, and I made it to a phenomenal city restaurant recently with some of my favorite cappuccino-loving lady friends. It was divine. And I may or may not have visited the fancy bathroom 3 times just to see it...
I came home though and relooked through my pictures from that other “project” evening and marveled at the fun we had out there in the fields with the hay.
I guess this Cornfield thing is really growing on me.
Even my kid knew enough to take this photo of me in action throwing hay with a giant pitchfork into the farm truck - not the most flattering perhaps, but hey, I couldn’t care less because it shows me throwing hay with a giant pitchfork into the farm truck! When I otherwise would have been dressed up & sipping expensive wine at a city restaurant - and that is the whole point of this blog! #nowimtrulyafarmwife