When the Sun is Shining, It’s Go Time

The kids miss him. I miss him. Living the farm life means not seeing Michael throughout the day and many times throughout the year. Right now, I see him for maybe 15 minutes in the morning before he’s out the door, and we all see him again at dinnertime—in the field.

Harvest time is no joke. When the sun is shining…it’s go time. My dad and Michael have been working non-stop for three weeks to get the crops off. And non-stop means we don’t get to see them very often. It’s something I’ve had to come to terms with as a farmer’s wife.

Harvest dust at sunset.

While he’s out there working for us, I’m here juggling everything else for us. Laundry piles up. Dishes pile up. The overwhelming sense of not “doing my job” creeps in, and that’s when anxiety comes knocking. Some days are harder than others, but every day I try to conquer being a mom the best way I know how.

What Being a Farmer’s Wife Really Means

Being a farmer’s wife doesn’t mean sitting back and reaping what you sow. It means teamwork. Michael tends the cattle and crops, I tend the house and kids. When he needs help, I’m out there helping him. When I need help, he’s right beside me. That’s the solid foundation we’ve built—love, hard work, and lending a hand when it’s needed.

Stacking straw square bales. Teamwork at its finest!

People who don’t know we’re farmers often think I’m a single mom when they see me at outings with the kids. But the truth is, I’m happily married to the man of my dreams. He puts his family first—even when he’s not physically with us. He works so I can take the kids to their extracurriculars. He works so I can be home on maternity leave. He’s not imaginary—he’s the man who would move mountains for his family.

What’s Next on the Farm

As harvest slowly winds down, we’ll get Michael back for a short time. But the farm cycle doesn’t stop. After harvest, the cows come home from pasture, feeding starts in the yard, preg-checking cows rolls in, and before we know it, calving season will be here.

Cattle—that’s a whole other chapter that deserves its own post.

Until then, we’re soaking in the warm days, the family moments we can grab, and yes—the harvest dust that lingers on everything.

Meals in the field!