Thank You, To the Farmer’s Wife

My mom always said there was a love hate relationship to that four letter word. One day I finally broke down and asked her what word she was talking about! She looked at me and laughed and said, “Farming, and one day you will know what I mean.” You will love the time spent in the field, and look with pride at your hard work and accomplishments. But you will stress about making ends meet with the income doesn’t quite match the expenses. Or when your farmer tells you that you must be crazy for thinking you can take a vacation in the middle of hay season! You have to get that hay baled first!


So today, I want to say thank you to all the farmers wives out there. They keep track of those receipts that never seem to quite make it out of the truck, drive a tractor, pull a calf, and most importantly keep their farmer in line. Many farms can succeed without the gentle touch of a farmer’s wife, but everything is better when you have someone else to share the laughs, hardships, and joys with it.


The farmers wife constantly goes through team building activities with her husband. She gets sent to find wrenches or pull start a tractor. But no fear she gets him back when she needs help hanging pictures!


From late nights to summer birthdays spend in the tractor they love spending time together on the farm.


Thank you to all of the farmer’s wives that keep food in our grocery stores and keep our farmers happy. Have you told a farmer or farmer’s wife thank you today?




I am a FarmHER, not a farmer

I read a blog post awhile back that discussed how women in agriculture aren’t treated the same as men. She told a story of how she walked around a trade show and no one noticed her. She didn’t initiate conversation with any vendors unless they talk to her first. Therefore, no one tried to sell her anything or teach her about their services. And she was quite angry about it.

To be honest, I was quite angry at her.

A small part of me is angry because I have worked more trade shows than I can count and if you don’t make eye contact with me, smile or initiate any sort of conversation, then I immediately think you are just looking for the coozies, pens and t-shirts on my table.

But the large part of me was mad at her actions.  No one has ever gotten where they want to be by standing still or staying quiet. You want the respect in any industry you have to demand it.

In her case, she wanted the same respect that the male farmers around her got. Many women in agriculture do.

But, I don’t. 

I want the respect of a woman in agriculture.

I want the respect that doesn’t treat me like one of the guys. I want the respect that cuts back in the cussing in front of me. I want the respect that holds doors open for me and helps me load my feed.

I want the respect that the farmer’s mother taught him from day one. I want the respect that a woman in agriculture needs to demand.

That doesn’t mean I won’t drink whiskey at work parties and fit in with the rest of the men. It means that I will wait for them to open the door for me and call them out when their jokes offend me.

As a woman in agriculture, I can do anything. I can load just as much hay as a man, even though it may take me a little longer. I can fix a broken hydraulic line but it will probably need to be fixed again soon. I can fight off an angry cow with as much gusto and fearlessness as any man.

But as a woman, I can do more than the average farmer. I can buck bales all day and still find the energy to feed a hungry hay crew. I  can go from caring for a newborn calf to holding a newborn human.

But most of all, I demand the respect I deserve. But I don’t demand it with words. I demand it with my actions, I demand it by asking questions and sharing my own knowledge. I demand it by being a successful woman in agriculture with dreams, goals and the will to survive.

I am a woman in agriculture. I am a FarmHER, not a farmer. What are you?


Take a Ride with Me: Feeding Hay

Ever wanted to ride on a tractor and feed hay to cows? 

Well, take a ride with me as I feed hay!


Driving a tractor is a little different than a car or truck because you have so much length in front of you. The bale spear can easily knock things down.


Headed to the hay barn. As the winter progresses and more hay is fed, we will keep the tractor in this barn.


We have to keep panels in front of the hay to prevent the cows from eating the bales in the barn. So feeding alone means a lot of on and off the tractor!


Harley LOVES the hay. Mice, cats and other small animals live in the hay and she can’t wait to hunt them down.

This is where we feed the hay bales. To the left of the picture is the back of our hay barn. It was a warmer day so the cows weren’t  as excited for a bale of hay as they were for the grass still left in the field.


Taking pictures, driving and counting cows is quite difficult! 

Bale rings hold the hay together so very little is wasted.


Harley thinks she is queen of the tractor. She quickly learned to stay out of the way the pedals.

See those green strings? They hold the bales together and were wrapped by the baler last summer. We cut those off with a knife so the cows don’t eat them. 


Second bale! More cows heard the tractor and are ready for their meal.

Everyone who showed up to eat is content and healthy! 


Top 10 Reasons Farming with your Sister is the Best

Farming, in my opinion, is the best job out there. But it’s even better doing it with your best friend. Bethany and I joined together to come up with our top 10 favorite things:

  1. You always have someone to throw things at when you get mad at them, especially manure. Farming can can get really aggravating at times and sometimes you just need to throw poop at someone.
  2. When you fall of your horse you have someone to go and get Mom and Dad, especially since your trusty pup is off chasing the horse. Needless to say, Rowdy lives up to his name and Harley loves to run.  
  3. There is always someone to do chores with who understands why you love getting up at 6:00 am but also understands why you’re  grumbling about it. Mornings are not a strong point for all of us and sometime we just need a reminder to wear our muck boots.
  4. Working cows is better when there are two girls to help Dad instead of just one. The saying goes: two is better than one. This is especially true when you are chasing baby calves.IMG_3349
  5. Someone else has to understand the look on people’s face when they saw you that morning in old jeans and boots and covered in manure and that night, they see your hair and make up done to perfection with heels and jewelry on. I’m not sure boys will ever understand that change.  
  6. When you have to sell your horse or your favorite calf dies, you have a shoulder to cry on. When you just need to cry it out and not let anyone know, she’s right there for you.
  7. You have someone to direct you with outrageous hand motions when you are struggling to back up the trailer. Bumper hitch, goose neck, you name it, backing is an art that requires at least two people.IMG_6440
  8. She’s the only one who can talk about boys, income taxes and corn prices all while doing your hair. No topic is left untouched when you are getting ready for a night out with your sister, farming included.
  9. When you need to complain about how your farmer works too much and then say how much you love his passion, she’ll be there to understand. Farming sisters inevitably date, or even marry farmers and sometimes you just need someone who understands the love/hate relationship you have with his job.  
  10. There is always someone there to share the joys, challenges, hardships, and the knowledge that you need to help feed the world, plus she has to love you because she is your sister!  

Anything you would add? We would love to hear about it!

– Bethany and Nicole


Hi, I am Bethany; the oldest of the Show-Me Sisters! I am newly married to my handsome farmer husband, Wes.

As I was growing up with Nicole, I never realized the impact Agriculture would have on my life or even my sister’s. From playing in the creek during the summer or climbing hay bales and “spying” on Dad with our bright deer hunter orange jackets, larger than life Barbie walkie talkies, and our pink backpack full of snacks packed by mom. Life was great!

As we grew up we didn’t outgrow our hobbies of spying on Dad, instead we got to drive the tractor, rake hay, haul wood, and even vaccinate baby calves! Now we still help with those things! Nicole and Dad pull tractors and I get to sling weights. I help Wes haul corn to Cargill, which is made into feed that is fed to turkeys that you may eat for Thanksgiving!

We put in long hours and make many happy memories at our family farm as well as my grandparents farm; which is where Wes and I and our new puppy Jax call home.

Not only do I put in long hours at the farm but also in my classroom as an Agriculture Teacher. I have the chance each and every day to make a difference in the lives of students and I don’t take that job lightly! I try to remember the quote below.

Just as ripples spread out when a single pebble is dropped into water, the actions of individuals can have far-reaching effects. – Dalai Lama

It is a great feeling when you don’t know the difference between your hobby, work, and home. Nicole and I know that feeling and we hope you will let us show show you are lives, happiness, hardships, and passion.