I am sure that anyone who knows me knows that my farmer and I got engaged two weeks ago tonight.. Since then it's been a whirlwind, 4 days after getting engaged we headed off to Mexico (which i promise to post about this upcoming weekend) and since we have been home I have been in full wedding mode.
I have been busy planning a simple summery backyard wedding. Navy blues, white hydrangeas, barn printed invitations, flower seed favors, white tents, my parents backyard and cute little girls dressed in dresses and little boys in suspenders and bow ties.
I will apologize in advance for the amount of wedding stuff that this blog will consist of in the next few months.
My farmer and I have been talking marriage and kids since maybe our second date, I have always known that he was going to be the man that I was going to marry. I have always known that someday we will be that old couple that sits on the front porch in a rocking chair watching our grand kids run around. I have always known that with him by my side we can get through anything.
Because don't we all just want a love like Johnny and June.
Thanks to everyone for your kind words. We are excited about this next chapter in our life together. With my farmer, on our farm, and in our farmhouse - we have all that we could have ever wanted.
Here I was on a lazy Sunday afternoon, slowly getting things packed for our vacation next week, reading an article about my beloved Quarterback (remember, this farm girl is also a football nut) Alex Smith. Then I came across an article that got my attention.
"Farming deserves more respect"... Of course i had to read it - and share it with all of you. This article is what I want my farm girl blog to be about. Family, land, acres, parents, grandparents, love, community, growing and my favorite - tradition. Farming the same fields that you farmed with your parents and grandparents and knowing someday you children's children will be farming them as well. It's special, and we thank God and those who have helped us get here everyday for this life. Because that's what it is to us, it's not a job, or even a career, this is our life - and it's a pretty darn good done.
Please take a moment to read to article below written by Blake Hurst, even if you aren't a farmer, or from a farming family it really is a good read and maybe, just maybe, you will have a different took on what you assume "farm life" is.
I was at the wheel of a Minneapolis Moline, pulling a plow through the the gumbo clay soil of the Tarkio River bottom. My dad was perched on the fender, imparting instructions in a voice loud enough to be heard over the roar of the barely muffled engine.
He was holding on with both hands, as my manipulation of clutch, throttle, hydraulics and plow was less than smooth. I spent the day wishing I was anywhere else and ended the day feeling like my future should involve bricklaying, poetry, medicine, law or maybe itinerant preaching of the gospel. Anything, anything at all but farming.
This spring will be the 65th time my dad has planted corn on the field, where I learned to plow. Dad remembers everything; two thirds of a century of experience has equipped him with farming knowledge that is broad, deep and rare. But nothing has prepared us, or any other farmer, for the challenges we’re facing as an industry.
Farms, like any other business, involve a succession of worries. Our crop prices have dropped, and we desperately need moisture, but agriculture means we are at the mercy of weather and markets.
No, what concerns farmers is the growing consensus that the way we farm is nothing less than a crime against nature, nutrition, and all that is good and true. Our critics are convinced that technology applied to personal communications devices and medicine is a net good, but science applied to growing things is freakish, unnatural and dangerous. They are bi-coastal experts on agriculture, armed with a touching nostalgia for a life they never lived.
Consumers have every right to be curious about how we raise their food, and I’m more than glad to spend the next year talking about why we do the things we do.
But those of us out here in the agricultural hinterlands are ill-prepared to joust with eloquent journalism professors, celebrity chefs, and multimillion-dollar propaganda campaigns from franchised burrito stands. Seed corn gimme caps, blue jeans and a stubborn refusal to darken the door of the gym are inadequate tools when your industry is in the cross hairs of Dr. Oz, Oprah, and Mark Bittman, food writer and farming critic for The New York Times.
Farming is the most conservative of industries.
Someone once defined political conservatism as the granting of the vote to those who have gone before. On most of our farms, the people who went before trained us, spent years riding along on the tractor fender hollering advice, and if we’re lucky, are still here on the farm imparting wisdom and experience.
We adopt change very, very slowly, and don’t invest in new ideas or new technologies without plenty of proof that they make sense. Our commitment to the place where we live is strengthened by the presumed tenure of our residence here.
Every year, the extension service in Missouri recognizes dozens of farms that have been in a family for a century. (I’m pretty sure dad is planning on receiving his award in person.)
Know this about me, and most other farmers: We’re in this for the long haul. If I’m using a new method or a new technology, I’m convinced that it’s not only the right thing for me, but for my grandkids as well.
I hope you enjoyed the article. See some of my favorite pictures below of our farm. Have a Happy week everyone.
Read more here: http://www.kansascity.com/2014/02/07/4806326/farming-deserves-more-respect.html#storylink=cpy
This photo was taken at my farmers parents house. I love the old barn and concrete silo.
This beautiful silo is at my farmers brother's house (our neighbors as well)... I love it. It's my favorite things about that beautiful property.
Me and my nieces taking a ride on the Can-Am (my farmers favorite toy)... When they come spend the night he spoils them with endless can-am rides - they especially love it in the snow.
Winter won't last forever - soon Spring will be here. I am ready for Spring just like all of you. I am ready for all the tulips that I planted, I am ready to mow the yard and I am ready for warm spring afternoons and walks.
But I refuse to wish this time away. I am just like everyone else - ready for a different season, always ready for a Friday afternoon. Don't get me wrong, I am going on day 2 of being snowed in, out of milk for my coffee, and I am anxious to get out and into my daily routine. But I am doing my best to make the most of this snow day. That includes scrambled egg breakfasts with my farmer, lazy afternoons on the couch (like I am doing now) and a brief outing in the snow to snap some pictures for you guys.
It is a beautiful white, powdery snow that sparkles with the afternoon sun beating down on it.
And this is our gravel road..... Drifted shut....
.... Hopefully sometime soon we will be able to get out. (Did I mention I am out of milk for my coffee)
I love these trees in front of the barn. I got them last year at Home Depot and they add great height to the barn. There are also some great knock out roses there too, but they are covered with snow.
Stay warm everyone, stay safe out there and please send some prayers for my sister. She is at the hospital now and was induced a little while ago. The Dr. says that it more than likely be tomorrow before she delivers, which just happens to be my great grandmother's birthday. I am definitely feeling blessed on this snow day. I hope you find blessings in your day as well.
My name is Kirby, welcome to my blog! Thank you for stopping by to see what i have to say. Please join me while i find myself in this farm life. I am a lover of Christ, my family, my farmer, John Deere green, football, all things outdoors, cows, smocked clothes and big bows.
