Meet me at the corner

Living in the middle-of-nowhere, South Dakota, you find ways around specifying meeting spots. I’ve been asked, by Country Man, to meet at the telephone building, the grain bin, the silage pile, the tree stand by the-one-place-we-look-for-horns-in-spring, the bale blind and the bull pen, to name a few. It didn’t take long before I was forced to learn my basic directions, measure distance by yards and discern who owned what section and what that even was.

South Dakota bulls

Out here, Country Man and I often meet up to exchange or barter. A typical summer barter involves me bringing Country Man food and a pop during the late night harvest season … in exchange, I get a chance to see his handsome face that day.

South Dakota tractor

Sometimes a pup comes along for a bouncy ride, too.

South Dakota gal's Bowie

Dwess me up, momma! (Our pups talk funny ... don't yours?)

The end of the workday approaches, and my stomach stirs with excitement as I prepare to welcome him home. Soon he will be reaching the end of the driveway, flying his pickup way too fast down that long dirt road. I’ll run up the 1/4 mile driveway to wait for him, and see the dust and gravel flying from the path. He is driving much too fast. I ask him to please slow down, you love me, and he says he drives that fast because he cannot wait to come home.

South Dakota home

So I always wait …

South Dakota gal's shoes

Er, I mean we always wait …

South Dakota gal's pup

… until that pickup comes down the drive. And I see that smile. And receive that kiss. And for another day, all is well as life as a Country Man’s Wife.

South Dakota Hills

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35 thoughts on “Meet me at the corner

  1. hmm .. well all I can say is ditto although maybe 5yrs ago for the heart leaping and the waiting at the end of the drive bit ..lol.. now its … swearing under my breath that he isn’t home yet and dinner is getting ruined etc. Great post made me smile I was actually just thinking this morning after I took some pics of the potato harvester yesterday I should do a blog like this on life on the farm with MY country man : )

  2. Love it. I have been told when rounding up cattle to run over there by the spot where your dad shot that big buck two years ago or, yes, where we saw that porcupine last summer or where those turkeys have been…

    Isn’t it great to be married to men who have such great memories? Have a great day!

  3. I’m so glad you said “pop”! I get strange looks from people down south who refer to pop as soda, or Coke (even if it’s not a Coke?!). My kids will know it as pop thanks to me πŸ™‚ You remind me of the farm I grew up on. I used to wait for my dad with a thermos of coffee and freshly baked cookies at the edge of a field. I miss that life now that I’m a city gal!

  4. You have the cutest blog! It was fun to stumble across it this morning, all the way to South Dakota from Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. This kinda reminds me when I was in my 20’s and I was the North Woodsmans Wife. I’m still the North Woodsman’s Wife, but it’s not quite the same…

  5. i love this post. so sweet and sentimental, brought a tear to my eye! I don’t have a long driveway to wait on, but reminds me of the way i peek out of the window every night, waiting for a sign of those familiar headlights πŸ™‚

  6. πŸ™‚ We just got married four months ago and I am right there with you! We are not in the country. In fact, we are in a city in South Carolina. And he is not a Country Man, he works in computers. It’s amazing to me how people can have totally different lives and still pen the same feelings (or in this case type.) Keep lovin your man! or as Tammy Wynette put it, “Stand by your man
    And tell the world you love him
    Keep giving all the love you can
    Stand by your man”

  7. this is adorable…I am a country man’s wife too, but I’m a bit more resistant. (if you know the old TV show Green Acres), but checking out your blog makes me feel a bit more appreciative. Cheers from outside Ithaca, NY:-) itsaboutthestory.wordpress.com

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