Sundays on the Farm (and a question for you)

When he tells me it’s time to start combining, I smile due to amnesia, forgetting about the past five years and how the long fall days drive me mad.

Always the Saturday optimistic, it’s in the midweek where cabin fever nearly breaks me, and Friday comes just in time for the rescue.

It’s conflicting, because while I love that he loves what he does, I hate that I don’t always, but good for me that Sundays are hope-filled and then I remember.

Sundays are an hour outside in the garden, where he is not far away and I can hear the sharpening of metal for knives.

working in the shed

Those afternoons I sit and watch big hands so determined to create a step toward our future.

South Dakota knife

Sometimes I sit, Monday trying to steal my attention to the long week ahead and me wanting to hold on tight to now.

Mostly, though, I am simply grateful.

South Dakota combining

On the home stretch!

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I am considering the idea of introducing a Guest Post segment with love and country life stories from YOU, dear friend. Stories of love, country life, or a longing to live in the country, etc.

Would you be interested in sharing yours? Reading others (I know I would)? Let me know!

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26 thoughts on “Sundays on the Farm (and a question for you)

  1. Always love your posts, and I think having guest posts is just another way to bring another element to your blog…would love it and would love to take part if you want me at some point (and if I could think of something wonderful to write for it)…

  2. Hi, you “caress” the concept of tension between your midweek lonliness vs your Sun. companionship. You interwoave a word about “hope” for your combined futures. You did a masterful job of covering a few emotions with very few words and a few good photos. I would be interested in competing for a guest spot post. But I have a fear for you. I think you may become bombarded with applicants to post to your site and end up ‘burned out’ by becoming a sort of professional reader/ editor. Still, I love idea that you are stretching your blog to new levels..It’s such a positive sign of creativity bursting out from the seams. Your blog is one of the highlights in my life..no lie…Robert, Sydney, Australia

  3. Excellent idea…my balcony garden gave me some potatoes this week. I removed 3 from the large pot with the wilting stalks and leaves, they went very well with the turkey. I couldn’t wait till thanksgiving this weekend and stuffed myself with spuds and turkey and lots of gravy…yumm.. and some tomatos from my one and only tomato plat to boot! delish

  4. Yes! I would love to read other’s tales of country life. I love reading your blog and until today, I had no idea that the fall harvest of corn was called combining. It’s going on down the road from my house this week. That field of corn I had waited all summer for them to finally plow down, they were now doing it. And it looks JUST like your last picture. Yes, more stories, please. :)

  5. Love that knife your husband made! I know the days of farming/ranching can be long and hard, but it truly is a blessing… to have crops to combine… to have healthy animals. This drought, if nothing else has made me so thankful for rain. It makes our job so much easier! On the guest posts… I think it’s a wonderful idea!

    • Piper! There you are! I was wondering what in the heck you’ve been up to. Glad things are well and you’ve got the house to yourself again :)

      I agree with you on this drought thing. I hear coughing from all direction, between people and calves trying to adjust to this weather. I am thankful for my health, too.

      Hope to hear a guest post from you – I know it would be lovely!

  6. I have been toying with the guest post idea as well! I think it’s a fun thing to do…BUT, at the same time, I’m less likely to read a post on one of my favorite blogs if the title says ‘guest blogger.’ Just my personal experience, not to discourage you or anyone else! So I’m torn, basically. :)

  7. I’ve posted a couple of guest blog posts on my blog written by a dear dear friend on a topic very close to both of our hearts and they were quite sucessful. Though provoking and probably recieved the most reader comments of the posts we’ve done. If you have a good friend or a devoted follower who wants to share, it can be a great idea (make sure to do a thorough job proof-reading when you include a guest writer’s work though to catch typos and grammar errors, you never know about the quirk’s of somebody else’s computer, my friend’s has several letter keys that don’t work or only work sporatically… which is fine when you are facebook chatting (you can figure it out), but less so in a guest article.) I’d be happy to write something for you sometime though.
    Myself I am happy that my neighbors did get a crop this year (although less than expected in most cases due to the drought), but I am also glad the grain harvest is almost over due to my 1 year old daughter’s very sudden on set of a serious allergy to soybeans. She went rather dramatically from tolerating soy formula very well (allergic to proteins in milk since she was born) to breaking out in hives, even from the dust kicked up by the neighbors’ combining their soybeans in the space of 3 weeks. In the same space of time she also became allergic to bananas and avocados, right after recieving her 12 month vaccinations. She has one brother who’s allergic to strawberries and another brother allergic to milk, bananas and gluten. I am in a place of divide feelings too right now… I love that my neighbors’ are industrious farm families who have the freedom to plant whatever crops they like on their land… and at the same time, I find myself wishing they’d plant millet, or milo or amaranth or some other weird, niche market “hippie grain” that my children tolerate better so that we can stay out of the doctor’s office and don’t have to worry we might need our little buddy, the Epi-pen, for a trip to the grocery store on the 20 mile one-way trip to the nearest town. It’s is a strange place for us to be… we raise some livestock and a huge garden and a small orchard… soybeans were a staple for both the animals and our oldest son (who drank soy milk)… the humble soybean used to be our friend… now it’s almost become as dangerous an enemy to my family as the current US President is to American small farmers.

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