So You're Marrying A Farmer...

As our wedding becomes a reality (a little over 6 months, or about 208 days away ;) my brain has been working double-time. There are so many things that need to be decided and picked out and people to talk to and things to buy and....... I don't think I need to go on.

But besides all of the things that go into planning the actual wedding, I've been thinking about all that goes into a MARRIAGE - which is much more important in our book.

The other day I was reading a blog post written by a young woman who married a farmer, sharing all of the things that she is learning and realizing about her new life as a farm wife - and it got me to thinking...

Fiancé didn't have any idea what he was getting himself into when he moved up here last year.

He's learned that fast-food is a treat - no, we don't live THAT far from town, but there aren't a lot of restaurants nearby. We do go to a little hole-in-the-wall once in a while. It's become "our place" and the waitress knows us (another perk of living in a small town :) but eating out is still not the norm.

He's also realized that plans are never for certain - while there are things on the calendar, that doesn't mean it'll always happen. When I was growing up my brother and I joked that we never knew we were going to be able to go do something until we were in the car and halfway there...not too much of an exaggeration for farm kids.

Along with scheduling issues, time is not our own during Spring until Fall. There are exceptions to the rule, but planting, haying, and harvesting come first. This means early mornings, late nights, many hours in the tractor, and the need for deliveries of food, water and other supplies.

While farm life may not be the ideal for many individuals in this world, it is my life. It's a part of me, as Fiancé has learned.

But, instead of running away, he's pitched-in and done what he can to make my load a little easier. He's learned the language of my people and just might make a good farmer after all :P

I couldn't ask for a better man, life-partner, and friend.

And I can't wait to be his wife! :D

The Nine Year Old Boy

My great-aunt wrote this poem about Grampa (her older brother) for his and Gramma's 50th Anniversary...

The Nine Year Old Boy

by Polly

Many years ago, on a certain day

A baby girl came here to stay.

And a little boy just nine years old

Had a birthday present, so he was told.

“Come see your present” mother said

As she lay at home in her bed.

A nine year old boy, feeling quite shy

Went near her bed to stand neat by.

Hoping and hoping for a real nice toy

For wouldn’t that be just nice – oh boy!

When our mother turned the blanket on the bed

Where was a baby, all wrinkled and red!

That was no present, no wonderful toy

What a disappointment for a nine year old boy.

But he survived and so did I

Even though I wasn’t the apple of his eye.

And over the years we grew quite close

As brothers go, he is the most.

Then he met Clara, a wonderful pal

As a wife and sister, she’s a real great gal.

Now they are in their golden years

When I think if it, it brings the tears.

For as close as a brother and sister can get

The years of love are all with us yet

So brother enjoy your wife and life

And pass by all the troubles and strife.

We are still as close as will ever be

And Happy 50th Anniversary.

New Beginnings

New Beginings

by Karen Briggs

As spring comes to the land,

The bears wake up.

The geese fly North,

And the dog has a pup.

The cow’s new calf,

Lies on the new green grass.

And the fawn lies still,

As the wolf does pass.

All the animals have new beginnings,

When spring comes each year.

So we should all look to see,

At what might appear.