I made a trip out to our farm tonight to help my husband bottle feed the calves. As I was leaving he informed me he would be home in a “little bit”. When he walked in the door an hour-and-a-half later, I realized I was officially a farmer’s wife.
Derek and I were married in December. Since then, both of our schedules have gotten increasingly more hectic. But it wasn’t until tonight that it finally sunk in that my husband was gone for the better part of the year and I was an unofficial single woman until Thanksgiving.
April on the farm brings a variety of tasks. The cows, steers, heifers, bulls and calves must be transported to pasture ground located in the Flint Hills from the state’s northern to southern border. We have more than 1,000 animals to transport in the next three weeks which means the big yellow semi truck will be spending a lot of time on the road and my farmer husband will be spending a lot of hours behind the wheel.
In addition to moving cattle, fields that will be planted to corn must be worked and planted. Right now, field work is on hold until the planter is repaired – there is always something that needs fixed on a farm. But it will move into high gear once everything is operational.
The days are getting longer and warmer, which provides more hours for the guys to work. It also means farm wives are lucky to see their husbands before 8 p.m.
For me, not having a husband much of the week isn’t too bad. I can get the house cleaned, cook what I want for supper and go at my own pace. But it becomes a little frustrating when the next item on my to-do list requires a little help – and muscle. Thank goodness for my wonderful, helpful parents. Without them I would be sunk!
The busy days will last through May or until all of the corn and soybeans are in the ground. A few weeks of downtime will lead into irrigation season and wheat harvest in the middle of June. That’s followed by field work for double-cropping, bringing the cattle home and fall harvest. By mid November, I hope to have my husband back.
I do what I can to help out on the farm. I bring lunch, provide snacks and feed the calves when I’m free. On the weekends, I donate some of my free hours to feeding, riding in the tractor and taking care of whatever else needs done and fixing. I enjoy my time on the farm, the work is so much more free and enjoyable then sitting behind a desk. But a city job pays and bills and provides some-what reasonable insurance so I guess I’ll keep at it.
So, if you are needing my husband sometime in the next six months, may I suggest checking the tractor, semi or feed truck because I guarentee he’s not at home.