Confessions of a Farm Wife

Confession #3 - One of the things I love most about being the wife of a farmer.....is being sexually harassed by my boss in the office. :)
Some of the rainy hours and cold days bring my husband inside longer, so we can sip coffee together and tackle those piles in the office, which grow for months as the corn is growing and my husband is busy in the fields.
I love the fresh cream for my coffee, risen to the top of our jug of raw, unadulterated milk which is neither homogenized or pasteurized.
No dull moments here with my husband bopping in and out of the house during the day. I feel badly for my friends who never see their husbands from a.m. to p.m. For some of those friends, returning to work when the kids got older brought them sanity, just to see people.
After spending part of my life in a city apartment with a brick wall 3 feet away, I gratefully look out my windows and see fields and trees and cows, sunrises and the coming rain clouds. Long and peaceful walks on our property with my dog refresh me body, soul, spirit and mind.
I love the immense benefits of a childhood on a farm, as we experienced and now give to our children. We have swims in the ponds, sledding down the hills, hayrides and bonfires, and massive fields for football games with the neighbor kids. Potential trouble always had a corresponding potential chore....
At the end of the day, I love snuggling by my husband who usually sleeps soundly within a few minutes, the problems of today and tomorrow pushed aside, as his tired body rests from all the physical work.
And then came the years 2008 and 2009.