What I do, in my opinion, is the next best thing to farming. I do not have the monetary, land or equipment resources to even think about actually farming, not to mention I married a city girl. So, the probability of having the lifestyle that my Dad and both Grandpas had is slim to none and I’m okay with that. I still get up early in the morning, read over the farm news of the day and get started covering some of the stories that will be farm news in the days to come. I couldn’t ask for a better gig.
Earlier this month my wife (did I mention she is a city girl) asked me where I have been. For many husbands, that question would stop them right in their tracks and cause sweat to instantly bead on their foreheads. That inquiry is sometimes prompted by a smudge of lipstick on the collar or a scent of unfamiliar perfume in the air. In this instance, it was a stain and odor that caused concern for my bride after I returned from the state fair goat show with more on my jeans than when I left.
I told her that if I can’t take her to the country, I am going to bring the country to her. I did my own laundry that night but it was worth it.
See, I am living out the lifestyle I grew up with during the day and enjoying the life I have now with my wife and family when I get home. Both are more than I could have ever hoped for.
Ever since I was a kid, I was proud of the stains I would come home with because it meant that I accomplished something that day. Whether it was straw tucked away in every pocket I had after a day of baling or dirt, oil or grease from helping Grandpa work on the tractor, my clothes had marks that proved that I made my mark on that day.
Recently I have had to explain to my wife where I have been based on stains, smells and pockets full of surprises. The question “where have you been” doesn’t scare me a bit. It gives me an opportunity to tell her, show her and teach her about things that are happening on the farm. Things like what anhydrous is and what goats smell like, for example.
I already have a smile on my face thinking about my return home from the Manure Science Review, if she lets me in the door.