The Farmer Blues

Last night when I got home, I changed into my “farmer’s wife” clothing and joined Harland who was out building pipe fence. He’d been at it all day, and was working past sundown to get as much done as possible up against the bad weather to come.

Our forecast according to the National Weather Service:

weather forecast

WINTER WEATHER IS LIKELY FOR THE REGION SATURDAY AFTERNOON THROUGH
MONDAY. THE FORECAST TRACK OF THE STORM SYSTEM VARIES…MAKING
THE LOCATIONS AND PRECIPITATION TYPES UNCERTAIN. HOWEVER…A
VARIETY OF WINTER WEATHER TYPES IS POSSIBLE WHICH WILL LIKELY
IMPACT HOLIDAY TRAVEL THROUGH EARLY NEXT WEEK. STAY TUNED FOR MORE
INFORMATION IN LATER FORECASTS.

If winter closes in and stays with us, we won’t get the fence done, and the cattle need to be moved into this pasture in early March. Yesterday was a crappy day – muddy, cold, and windy. Harland had been out building fence all day. The posts were set a couple weeks ago, and yesterday he had been lifting each heavy steel panel onto the posts with the skid steer loader, and then welding them onto the posts.

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The loader doesn’t work well in mud, and Harland’s boots were laden down with mud too. But he greeted me with a smile and a kiss when I arrived. We worked until it was too dark for Harland to see through his welding helmet and then headed home. There’s at least one more day’s work to be done.

It’s not been a stellar year for farmers in our area. The wheat and soybean crops were poor. It was too wet for the wheat and too dry for the beans. We’re due to sell this year’s crop of calves in just the few weeks, and the cattle prices have been slipping downward.  But like all farmers, we plod along. Next year is another year. There are always ups and downs.

After supper, I found a weary Harland resting on the bed. He rarely complains. I stood there thinking about things.

Just then I heard a strange noise out in the front room. I found an empty pop box with a cat who had hopped inside and was hiding. I picked up this box of Muffin, and brought it into the bedroom placing it next to Harland.

A silly cat in a box:  the perfect prescription to beat the farmer’s blues.

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