A Love-Hate Relationship

Honestly, I have a love-hate relationship with farming.

I love the peacefulness of living on our farm.

I hate having to drive to town from the farm if it's really muddy.

I love working together as a family - tonight DD was manning the fort, while DS and I were operating the combines, and My Sweetheart was hauling  the durum to the bins.

I hate worrying about My Sweetheart when he is unloading at the bins; especially when he has to crawl on top of the bins to check and see how full they are. I, when I came home tonight, had to work the remote for the semi to unload while My Sweetheart was on top of a very high bin. It almost made me nauseous.

I love the harvest sunsets that are enjoyed on the farm.

I hate tarping up the combine in the pouring rain. This happened less than a week ago.  We had over an inch of rain, and I'm sure that when it was raining the hardest, and when the wind had picked up - that's when My Sweetheart came to get me to help put the tarp on the combine. I was drenched and had to run into the school, and pop into the bank on our way home from the north farm where the tarping party had just taken place. 

I love tarping up the combine with My Sweetheart - cold, numb fingers and all!

I hate the junk food lunches that I have time to make on the combine.  Seriously! They're quick and easy, but what I wouldn't give for grilled salmon and rice instead of caffeine-free diet pepsi and munchies.

I love the guilty pleasure of eating junk food for this limited time.

I hate eating alone at supper-time. We all do.  DD eats by herself at home, DS and I munch away on our respective combines, and My Sweetheart grabs a bite while hauling.

I love watching the grain feed into the combine.

I hate feeling like I'm on the combine when I crawl into bed at night.

I love harvesting when the weather is warm.

I hate having to move the tandem to the other end of the field when it is hot though- I just about burned my entire body yesterday when I crawled into the very hot truck with the even hotter seats and steering wheel.

I love coming home each evening, after a long day's work, to DD! I miss her lots at harvest time. And when harvest is over, and the machinery has been put away for another year, when the geese are flying overheard, when the nip in the air reminds me that winter is just around the corner, then I am grateful for another successful harvest season.