Our farm life

There was a steady wind blowing across the home place. 

"Good", thought the farmer's wife, "this wind should help the beans dry out faster! That rain was little help since the men are already behind with the harvest this year."

Every year brought a different challenge for these grain farmers of Indiana. Some years there was too much rain, other years drought. Farming, though tough, was worth it. There is something sacred about tending the land, a God given gift or calling. 

Hope breathed in a deep breath of October air. Exhaling slowly she headed for the quaint farm house.

"I better be getting supper finished for the kids." Those long harvest days weren't always easy and eating without the farmer was lonesome. The times that supper was taken to the field were always a joyous occasion for the whole family! But tonight the men wouldn't have time to stop and eat their meal. It was going to rain, again. The moment they were able to start a field it seemed like rain would pop up out of no where. 

"Oh well, better more rain than drought," thought the farmers wife. Hope was the optimistic one out of the couple. 

Inside she fed the two rambunctious children, Charles and Alice, then played and read until bedtime.

"Daddy will give you kisses when he gets home" she told Charles. Alice started to cry. "Thankfully this isn't year round but we do miss him when he's gone from sun up to sundown!"

Now that both kids were in bed the farmers wife was able to start on some laundry.

Days like this were just as hard on the farmers wife as they were on the farmer! But this was the life. It's hard to explain especially with so many challenging days but farming is in the blood and there is no denying it. 

She sat counting the minutes until her farmer would come home.