I’ve not written anything lately because my heart has been heavy.

We are in drought conditions here. We also missed a record by a few days of  consecutive days above 90 degrees. We’ve even gotten water conservation advisory’s for household use.

That means instead of grazing pasture, cattle are being fed hay and have been for several weeks. Some years Lynn sells the extra hay he put up to help some people’s livestock get through the winter…but seeing as how hay is being fed much earlier than in a typical year we won’t have enough extra to share. Cattle prices are down this fall from where they were the last couple years…what that boils down to is it costs more money in inputs (hay, grain etc) to raise cattle that don’t bring as much.(because the market prices are down for cattle)

The grain harvest is finished, it has been so dry so long that they began harvesting much earlier that they ever have. (Grains are harvested once the moisture levels drop down to a certain percentage) Usually at harvest there is an atmosphere of exhaustion mingled with relief and the satisfaction of completion and a bit of jovial celebration thrown in when Lynn and his dad start filling up the grain bins with the corn and soybeans they’ve worked to grow since spring. This year it was different. This year there was no relief and celebration from a bumper crop..or even a  average yield. There is certainly still more than enough to get by with. 

 Instead of laughter filled tailgate picnics when we brought refreshments to the field, it was more of an eat quickly and go back to work affair. Adding insult to injury the awful grasshoppers seem to be more in numbers and greatly increased in size.(I hate grasshoppers.) 

Spending hours upon hours working on something only to be wholly reliant on something as fickle as the weather that isn’t favorable is disheartening. 

It’s hard to watch as the farmer’s wife. You want your husband to be richly rewarded for the long days, the seven day weeks he’s put in. Heck, as the farmer’s wife I feel like even  **I’ve** earned a plentiful harvest, with all the picking up the loose ends that comes with a farmers harvest season. To me a good harvest means Lynn has time to breathe and can relax more. A good bumper harvest means he doesn’t feel as driven to prepare for next year ahead of time. 

But that isn’t our year for that. And it’s not the end of the world. And the grain bins are still adequately filled. The income from grain and the cattle sales will, with continued good management be more than enough to fund all the farm endeavors next year. 

I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. There is enough. We aren’t struggling financially to get by. Because great decisions made by my husband and father -in-law the farm as a business is in great shape. Years like this are planned and prepared for. Everything is fine. It is a good lesson in faith.

But weather effects the farm. And the farmer. And  by proxy the farmer’s wife….and we all know if Mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy.

So please if you pray, pray for much needed rain. And for good weather next year.  

After a long days work, Lynn is “pampered” by Claire making his hair pretty and Caroline snuggled up next to him to watch Andy Griffith.

Sundays are our days off.

Typically on the farm, they don’t start new things on Sundays. Still – livestock has to be taken care of, and loose ends have to be tied up.

We go to the early service at church, so that all that needs to be checked on after can be. A lot of the time the girls go play with their grandparents and I follow Lynn around while he works. 

Then the girls take a couple hours of a late nap, and we go back to the farm to feed the bottle calves, the horses and barn cats and follow Lynn around while he’s feeding cattle around the barn.

Tonight a call came in that a calf was laying in a pasture by the road on a different farm away from the cows. So Lynn went to check…and since us girls are always up for an “adventure” we tagged along. 

How many of us can you fit on a poor old 4-wheeler? Too many!

So after looking for the Mama cow, which was eventually located we went to fetch the baby. 

She needed help getting back with her Mama, although she sure didn’t think so.

She was a lively calf and didn’t want to be caught. So the girls and I moved away so as not to scare her so Lynn could chase her, catch her and put her on the 4-Wheeler and reunite her with her mother.

So what did I do? Take pictures of the kids…not that they were very cooperative. (I hope they were more cooperative on school picture day last week)

I love these crazy kids

This picture of the girls is minutes before the worst diaper explosion in over a year… I think I will need therapy to cope with it. Horrific.

After some toddler nudity on Claire’s part and some cringing on my part, we got life pulled back together and Lynn returned on the 4-Wheeler and we headed home for showers, supper and bedtime stories.
The video is of Claire on her 5th attempt to open the truck door. The previous 4 tries she opened it, but would swing from the handle while the door bounced open and then it would close again. So this is her 5th try. I’m sure there is a lesson in resilience in there somewhere. My favorite part is when she triumphantly says “I do it!”

I like sunset and old gates

Thanks for reading friends. Have a good week!

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