Farm Wife For A Morning

This old farm we live on has some history.ย  Our home and particular ground goes back as far as Country Man’s grandparents, and before that grandpa grew up a mile from here. They were the conservative post-depression type, and with great-grandpa’s penny hoarding, he was able to help my husband’s grandpa and his three other brothers get started farming in the area … and sixty years later, here we are.

For now, my father-in-law still farms this ground until he retires, and Country Man works seven miles away on beautiful ground with its own history. Father-in-law was in another state last night, so my husband had to do chores this morning. Which meant a warm breakfast of wheat pancakes and hot coffee, and a wife who was standing by the large south window, waving every time that green John Deere tractor rolled on by. Blowing kisses, making eating gestures to know when he’ll be in for breakfast … enjoying our time knowing we were just a smile away from one another. While I am the wife of a farmer/rancher/hunter, having our own farm will be an entirely new experience down the road, and one that we both look forward to with plenty of idealism in our pockets.

South Dakota tractor

After breakfast, he was off to work. Half-way there, his boss (an 85 year-old), called to tell him to turn back and head to town. He had a few errands he’d like Country Man to run. So he called and said, “wanna go to town?” I put on some jeans, slipped on my North Face jacket, and hopped in the pickup for the journey.

As usual, the AM Country 1000 was playing, and Johnny Horton was singing about a girl with a voice that makes a man’s blood run cold. Dolly Parton came on, and how I love to listen to some Dolly. It occurred to me after watching the video below how much I look like a young Dolly. Gosh, it’s uncanny. Well, except for one enormous, voluptuous difference … the hair! I’m not sure my hair would get that big, let alone take that shade of blond. But that’s not gonna stop me from trying come spring.

Practically twins, me and Dolly. Sigh … a girl can dream, right?

Listening to Johnny and Dolly sing about love and jealousy, desperation and dreams, makes this girl pretty content with her life. And when you’re not feeling content, just write about it (or sing if you got the gift). Somehow things begin to make sense again, and you realize you got it pretty good.

Even if you don’t really look like Dolly.

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31 thoughts on “Farm Wife For A Morning

  1. I enjoy reading your blog because you are so real. I am in rural Ohio, surrounded by farmers, my friends are farmers, it’s great to live in the country. The picture of the tractor looks very familiar!
    I loved it when you wrote that your husband said, “wanna go to town?” Just simple and sweet:)

    Thanks for your blog. I enjoy hearing about what is going on in South Dakota!

    P.S. I lived in Tennessee for 22 years. I saw Dolly in person….had season passes to Dollywood. I like her too!

  2. It must be nice to live on a farm there would always be something to do. Whether you wanted to do it or not is the difference. Our farmers are struggling out here in Aus, with the drought the bushfires a couple of years ago and now the Queensland flooding. Queensland supplies basically all the fruit to Australia due to their different climate.

  3. Isn’t it nice when our men are around and we appreciate them! Thanks for sharing, made me smile thinking of you watching out the window at him working and encouraging him.
    Mylene

  4. My wife and I love Dolly Parton. She’s an absolute hoot. We don’t have any records, but love her singing and her humble attitude. The country man must be well blessed if you’re her double!

  5. I really loved reading this post. You could have been writing a day in MY life. ๐Ÿ™‚ the only difference is that my father-in-law has passed, and we’re now the ones on the family farmstead built in 1873. Other than that, it all sounds the same. I don’t know why, but something about that was rather comforting. Then again, maybe I’m just getting emotional because I’ve been sitting here looking at pictures of my father-in-law for the last hour and a half.

    Thanks for the uplifting post. ๐Ÿ™‚ I really needed it right now.

  6. Loving the blog. Lived on a farm for most of my life, my mum was from a huge sheep farm in New Zealand. My parents have a small holding here in England and I trained to be a Farm Secretary in both Agriculture and Horticulture. Though when my own family came along I retrained and work in Education now.

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