I spent another overwhelming day learning about my part-time gig as ag literacy coordinator. Wow, does Illinois Ag in the Classroom have a lot to offer teachers and students!
During lunch, the conversation at our table covered kids’ Halloween costumes, blogging and then . . . farming. We swapped stories about climbing to the top of our respective grain legs, the reasons why the climb was made and then the result of the climb. I can say I’ve never made it to the top, just the first platform to snap some pictures. My farm boy (then three years old) cheered me up and down the ladder. Heights are not my thing.
Anyway . . .
I had to chuckle. Of all the topics of conversation four women could share, here we sat talking about farming. This isn’t the first time this has happened. Waiting for my daughter’s dance class to end, the conversation inevitably turns from school to whose farmer husband is done with harvest or planting or weaning calves. At the grocery store, I’ve run into old friends and the first question is usually, “How’s the farm?”
I give My Farmer grief all the time about his choice topic of conversation with his dad and brother, with my dad and my brother, with the neighbors, the ushers at church and perfect strangers. Not only does he farm every day all day, he talks it every day, all day.
But when what we do on a daily basis is garnering so much attention in social media and the public eye, I suppose we should talk about it even if only among ourselves.
Read more 30 Day blogs starting with My Generation. And follow more of my 30 Days of the Not So Glamorous Life of this Farm Wife:
- Day 1: Hunger Games. Hungry Planet.
- Day 2: Chili, Children, & Checkers
- Day 3: My Very Fairy Farm Princess
- Day 4: Sunday School Lesson
- Day 5: Wackie Day. Wackie Cake.
- Day 6: Tricked Out Tractor
- Day 7: God Bless Teachers
- Day 8: Just Breathe
- Day 9: Meet My Farm Boy
- Day 10: Date Night
- Day 11: America the Beautiful