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Cowboy’s Work

Don’t be afraid to go after what you want to do, and what you want to be. But, don’t be afraid to be willing to pay the price.  ~Unknown~

For our 10 year anniversary, Brooks and I put farming on hold for a whole two weeks to take an epic trip to Montana and Wyoming. He had been out there for a college internship and said it was the most beautiful spot in America.

He was right.

I am certain that a part of my heart was left behind. I want to go back and, honestly, I’d strongly consider moving there if it weren’t for the harsh winters. #wheresmyplaneticket 

To whet that Wyoming appetite, I’ve created a Pandora station called “Song of Wyoming Radio”. The station is based on… you guessed it… a song titled “Song of Wyoming”. It’s tons of cowboy style music. Old-school.

One day, there was a song that popped up on this station that made me tear up immediately. It’s called “Cowboy’s Work” by Brandon Ryder. As I listened to the lyrics play out and the perfect musicals in its background, I just stopped my work and cried. 

There was something about that song that lit my Farmer’s Wife heart on fire. Each and every lyric hit home with me in ways that no other song, conversation, blog post, fellow farmer’s wife had. It’s like finally we as farmers were understood.  Continue reading

It’s Not What I’d Envisioned

It was a cool morning on March 27, 2012. I awoke from my slumber, leaped from my cozy bed and ran to the smudged farmhouse window. In slight shimmer of the first peeks of sunshine at dawn, I could see them. The first lambs ever to be born on our farm. 

I squealed to Brooks, “They’re here! They’re here!” 

I ran outside, [phone] camera in hand, and gazed upon what I couldn’t only see as a miracle. Our first flock, having been on our farm a mere 5 months, were starting to lamb. I’d seen a baby sheep before in movies, magazines, and the state fair. The preciousness that they are met all of my expectations and then some when they resided at my own farmstead. Their little ‘baas’ were delighting

Spring was upon us and this little moment in time was just the beginning.  Continue reading

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