Farmers are superheros. Illness doesn’t stop them. There are no sick days when the cattle are standing out in the weather and the only thing that keeps them warm is a constant meal of hay. There is no one to call when a farmer feels just like the piles of crap dotting the fields where he must, with a fever of a hundred and one, go out and throw hay off the truck in the cold rain.
This is a short post because I just wanted to give a shout out to my husband and sons, who do what needs to be done even when the doing is pure misery. I am proud to be a farmer’s wife and the mother of two more. My men have the kind of grit it took to settle the wilds of America. They have the kind of determination and stubbornness that gets the job done, personal discomfort be damned.
I hope the animals appreciate them as much as I do.