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Long days & short nights

Colby has this really annoying habit. He has the ability to fall asleep at the drop of a hat. If he gets quiet and still, then he is probably going to be asleep in twelve point three seconds. I, on the other hand, take forever to fall asleep, no matter how tired I am. Heck, sometimes I have problems falling asleep because I’m too tired. I will go over my day in my head, worry about my “to do list,” listen for the monsters under the bed, check Facebook, check twitter, blah blah blah until I finally fall asleep.

It drives me crazy. I hate wasting precious time that should be devoted to getting some very needed rest.

Colby doesn’t have that problem. And that drives me crazy as well. If I’m going to be miserable, he should at least be suffering with me right? Okay, so I’m not really that selfish, but it does annoy me when he falls asleep in the middle of a conversation.


Last night, we were discussing our days when suddenly he starts snoring. This is totally normal so I think he’s asleep, but then he stops and begins to talk.

“What’s the length of that plot?” Don’t worry about what the plot is. It’s not really important to this post and is farmer blah blah anyway.

“I don’t know. I didn’t plant it.” I avoided the urge to add DUH even though I really wanted to.

“Yes, you did and you measured it too.” This was the point that I realized Colby was totally out of it. I’ve never planted or measured a plot of corn before. It’s not my cup of tea and he takes care of things like that.

“No, I didn’t. You must be thinking of someone else.”

“To hell I am. You measured it today.” Colby was suddenly being quite snotty. And that isn’t his personality at all. If someone in our relationship is being a brat- it’s me. He’s the sweet, mild-mannered one where I am the one with an attitude and a temper. “When are you cutting it?”

Finally, I decided just to play along with him. “They are cutting it on Thursday, I think.” I knew this because he had told me all about it before passing out mid-conversation.

“Well, are you going to be there?!” The snotty voice was back.

This is the point where I really turned on the brat. “No. I have prior commitments. Remember, I’m going to see my boyfriend.” I wanted to know if I could get him good and fired up.

Instead, he began to store. Two seconds later, he mumbled, “I love you.”

And I whispered the words back.

This, my friends, is why one should avoid long days and short nights. Sleep is very important.



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I’m alive, folks. Really I survived.


I made it through another busy week of school. And my tests were easy-as-pie.


I booked three photo sessions yesterday.


I booked two more today. When it rains, it really pours, right? I was forcing people to pose for portraits two months ago. I was doubting myself, doubting my ability, and doubting my dream. Now, I’ve got too much work.


Corn harvest is started. Come Monday morning, I will be a true-blue real life farm hand.

(But I won’t be wearing overalls, folks. I have my standards.)

Hallelujah, I think…


Actually, I’m really worried about this. See, I’ve never really drove a tractor by myself… much less with my future in-laws all around. They take their work very seriously. What if I run over a cow or something?!? Colby started driving the grain cart at the age of seven… Am I really expected to live up to that God given talent?

I think I’m in trouble.

And I know I’m going to have to use the bathroom sometime during the fourteen hour workday. How exactly is that going to work?!

Don’t mind me Future-Father-In-Law, I’ll just be over their squatting by the fence…

Pray for me!

In other news, there is a cake cooling in my kitchen.



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Corn harvest is in the air these days. It seems that everywhere we go, some farmer is questioning Colby about the corn.

“It going to be good this year?”
“How much longer until you boys are running?”
“Ready for harvest, yet?”

Colby smiles and nods, politely answering their questions. Farmers are funny. They seem to dance around the real answers, trying to not appear too cocky. “Well, everything looks okay right now. We should be running in two weeks, maybe three.”

In reality, he is extremely excited. He’s ready to reap the rewards of a summer of hard work. But you can’t count your chickens before they hatch.

And you shouldn’t brag about bushels before they are out of the ground, either.

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Please, rain on my parade…

Once upon a time there was a girl and a farmer. The two were totally and completely in love. Their idea of a good Friday night consisted of driving around the country in a big Ford pick-up. They would hold hands while cruising around checking sprinklers.

Okay, obviously the girl is me. Who else would enjoy riding around in a dirty pick-up at the end of a long week?

And honestly, I don’t really like checking sprinklers… but it’s pretty much an essential part of life. We live in a semi-arid part of the country. Our sole source of income comes from the ground. If Mother Nature decides to go crazy, things will not be pretty. I might lose my internet connections… and my house… and my pretty pick-up truck. And my dog eats A LOT of food. Going broke would be not so fun.

Anyway, so we were driving around the farm, making sure that the irrigation systems were all working. The corn is climbing rapidly and looking awesome.

It might be our best harvest ever.


We watched as big, fluffy, blue clouds moved over our area. They were beautiful, but we didn’t get our hopes up. It’s cloudy here a lot, but rarely actually rains. When it does, we get excited… Remember, as Luke Bryan says “Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey, whiskey makes my baby get a little frisky.

The temperature continues to drop as the storm rolls in. Before long, it is a comfortable 65 degrees.

Suddenly, rain starts pouring down in big sheets. Colby smiles. I smile. Life is good. We are happy.


And everything is beautiful. Rain reminds me of all good things in the agriculture. Green crops, fresh dirt, baby animals, big green tractors, and plentiful harvests.


Rain can fall on my parade any day. I’ll be the one jumping around like an idiot, dancing around in my good shoes, loudly singing, “I’m singing in the rain…”

Life is all about attitude and I’m not going to let a little water ruin my day.


Plus, it’s just so dang pretty.

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I am happy to announce that wheat harvest 2010 is finished. Over. Done- forever.

I think the combines might already be clean… and when that is done, they aren’t coming out.


Harvest went on forever this year… Rain kept us from running several times and there was a point I thought we would never be done. Seriously, I was afraid that corn harvest was going to come around before wheat harvest was over.

And that would suck.


Honestly, I’m always excited for harvest to get here… but even more excited for it to be over. It’s a lot of work and I don’t get to spend much time with Colby when he’s working eighteen hours everyday.


But it’s over. There is still work to be done, but I am confident that things are going to slow way down.

We’ve got a vacation to take and lake trips planned.


Hopefully, Colby will come home before 12:34 AM and I won’t be reduced to eating every meal on the tailgate of a pickup.


Because honestly, there is something nice about eating at a table with real silverwear. It makes me feel all fancy.

(I am still loving my Canon 5D Mark II. It’s amazing.)


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Let freedom ring!

On Saturday night, it rained.

It was the most amazing, perfect, beautiful rain ever. Why? Because it gave us a much needed two-day break from harvest. When the wheat gets wet, the combines must be turned off. The trucks sit in the field. And the food lady gets to rest.

That’s me, folks. I got to rest.

Let Freedom Ring

And I got to go to a firework show…. where I took pictures in manuel.

I have a confession. I almost always use my settings on my camera. I know, I know. I’m a total photography newb. (Is that even how you spell newb?)

But I’ve been changed. I’m going to start shooting in manuel. I ordered three books last week and am just waiting on them. I’m going to figure it all out. I promise.

Right now, I’m just pretty dang excited that I got sharp pictures of fireworks.

What did you do for the 4th of July?


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Wheat Harvest

The sun is shining in a cloudless sky
Strong winds are blowing hot and dry
The smell of summer is sticky and sweet
Fields are full of ripening wheat
Heads turn golden and then droop low
It’s harvest time and it moves slow
Big combines turn into the fields


Like lumbering giants with spinning reels
They devour all that’s in their path
Then separate the grain from chaff
It’s augered to the bin on top
And when it’s full then they must stop
Another auger slips into gear


And moves the wheat to a truck that’s near
Then while they cut another load
The full truck hurries down the road
To the elevator and drives on scales
Check moisture and wheat with sample pails
Now dump your load with truck bed high
Then hurry back if grain is dry
At supper time a lunch is brought
Sandwiches, fruit, dessert and pop


Then long into the night they cut
‘Til it gets tough with moisture up
This scene is repeated every day
Just work and work, no time for play
‘Til all the grain is safely in
And this year’s pay is in the bin.

By Marjorie Maydew Bell

Poem found here.

(I didn’t write this poem… but it fits harvest so perfectly. Really. This is how it is.)


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