A Day in the Life of a Farmer’s Wife, Day 6

I thought you might be interested in what I did a few days ago. It was incredibly interesting to me since as a city girl, wildlife had nothing to do with animals.

First we visited the farm of a young man of 25 years with about 50 years of farming experience. We made arrangements to meet  him at a local park and thought we’d follow in our van. He opened the car door to his well-used truck and invited us to ride with him.

“The roads are wet and pretty bumpy. I can barely get my truck in there.”

We traveled windy roads with majestic views of low mountains.

“You could spit into Virginia from here,” he explained. I decided against it. Mine always seemed to hit the side of the car.

First he showed us his bottom land. It had a grayish brown hue as opposed to the red clay on our land. There were several rows covered with black plastic. Healthy plants pushed through.

“We’ll be harvesting soon. I think there’ll be several thousand pounds of squash.”

He uttered those words as if he were stating it might rain. I couldn’t imagine that much squash. Ever.

Part of the reason for our visit was to see his irrigation set-up. We’d purchased the same one and had no idea how it worked.

“Let’s go down and look at the pump.”

We traveled through thick brush down a steep embankment to the river. Quiet and cool, I imagined Tom and Huck hanging out at a place like it. A large highway passed overhead and I wondered how many dreamy places I’d missed in my life as I talked on my cell phone on my way to a mall or a concert.

The places that are really beautiful and no one notices.

He took us to his two other fields and let us pet his cows. They felt soft and furry. He fed one Nab crackers. He might process some of his herd, but says,”She’s our pet. We’re gonna bury her.”

He showed us a lot of land on a lot of hills owned by his father, mother, and grandparents.

Up until recently, I hadn’t known many people whose land dated back for generations. Around here, it’s the norm–not the exception.

It was right kind of that man to help us out. We’re gonna take Joshua and Katie to dinner sometime. These are young people that I’d like to get to know better.

Later, I took a walk with my neighbor and new friend. Her two girls joined us. Christy lives about a 1/4 mile from me on a dirt road with a sign that reads, “Rainbow Lane.” She owns a mammoth horse and two guard dogs and a 1975 Chevy truck. I’m kind of jealous.

I shared with her my fear of horses. “There’s nothin’ to be afraid of, once you know how to act around them.”

We decided to visit the two on our property. She petted them and spoke to them and scratched them. I admired her courage. The horse I’m partial to has blue eyes and followed me all the way down the fence.

I think he likes me. I named him Blue. He just doesn’t know it.

That afternoon, Daphene–Mom’s new caregiver noticed something on my neck and picked it off.

“It’s a tick,” she announced.

We found one on Tom later.

When you’re a farmer’s wife, you gotta be tough.

We ended the day making soil blocks for our baby seeds.

Then we played solitaire and watched fireflies.

Exhausted and tick free, we fell into bed.

 

 

2 Comments on "A Day in the Life of a Farmer’s Wife, Day 6"

  1. JANEL says:

    carry Bounce Dryer Sheets on you …keeps off bugs and ticks

  2. PaulIne Hylton says:

    Thanks, Janel! And thanks for reading!

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