Perception is Everything


The line of bales looks like the perfect end to a perfect day; and in a lot of ways it is the end of a perfect day. We are able to feed our animals a nutritious food source that will keep them healthy and happy throughout the winter.


And we were able to do it all together as a family, on our family farm….. but sometimes we don’t always talk about the struggles in agriculture or farming. This day came with it’s fair share of trials and tribulations. From a broken baler, hay that was to dry, and time slipping away; it seemed like the day was going to be a total waste. The little things just kept piling up and somehow it seemed like those cuss words just kept slipping out, which sometime happens when farming isn’t going your way.


With everything that kept happening lunch was pushed back more and more into the afternoon as we were racing against the clock and the sun to get done before dusk. All at once it seemed like everything worked together and it all started to fall into place.


The bales were all hauled quickly and efficiently to the wrapper, the wrapper worked out great, and all the equipment found its home in a shed.

As that last bale went through the wrapper, and we beat the sunset by minutes we stood around and admired what we had accomplished.


Yea it was hard, yea it was rough, and yes it seemed like we were trying to accomplish the impossible and all forces were working against us… but that is farming and life. Working together we can take on the world. As we checking the cows and the new baby calves were playing together with the sunset and that perfect row of hale bales in the background it was was instantly clear that I can’t imagine life any other way. The struggles and challenges make the successes and a job well done so much sweeter and rewarding. Life on the farm is hard but life with family is worth every second.


You can’t date a farmer

 If you’ve been over on our Facebook page lately, you’ve noticed that an extra face shows up occasionally.


For the first couple of weeks, I just told people I was dating a farmer. Until one day, I realized we weren’t dating anymore. 

Because you can’t date a farmer.

Last weekend, we were supposed to go out with friends and he was still in the combine. When he told me he wasn’t going to make it, oh boy, I was MAD. How dare he miss something that all my friends were going to, especially after I told them he was going to be there? Did he not want to spend time with me instead of that combine?

Meanwhile, he finished the field, put the combine away, fixed a flat grain truck tire, all while dealing with my grumpiness. When I finally came to my senses, I realized farming wasn’t something I could compete with and to be honest, I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to stand between him and his love of the land, I wanted to stand beside him. How dare I be mad that he couldn’t come when he had to finish the work alone?

And that’s why you can’t date a farmer.

You aren’t going to get Friday night dinners out, and Saturday night movies at the theater. Nights out with friends start late and end early because the morning involves early chores that can’t be skipped. And don’t even think about scheduling events in advance because you will ‘just have to see how it goes.’

But if that’s what dating it, I don’t want it. We are building something so much stronger.

We watch the sunset after checking crops. We have long talks in the cab of the combine. We enjoy frozen pizzas together after late night cattle hauls. We brush hog fields in different tractors. He taught me how to rope and I taught him how to ride. We check cows, grind feed, fix tractors, ear tag calves, we farm together.


We don’t date. We’re building a relationship that is built on things that are so much bigger than ourselves. We’re building a relationship centered on crops, cattle, and a faith that keeps all that growing. A relationship that’s builds on a love of the land and all the beauty and struggles that come with it. We’re building a relationship that can withstand droughts, hard rains, dead cattle and terrible market prices. We’re building a relationship that is balanced between God and agriculture and is set to stand the test of time. 

And if I have to give up dating for that, I’m ok with it.