06/15/2026
🌾 Farm Wife Reflections 🌾
Everybody keeps asking about Bo, Honey Love, and Joy and where they’ve been.
They’re out in pasture where they belong. They have green grass, room to roam, and all the things cattle are supposed to have. They’re healthy, happy, and doing exactly what they’re meant to do.
But if I’m being honest, this is the part of farming I struggle with the most.
This time of year is a whirlwind. Hay has to be cut when the weather cooperates. Crops need planted and cared for. Wheat harvest is right around the corner, followed by straw. The farm market needs stocked. The phones ring. Equipment breaks. Deliveries need made. The list never ends.
And every one of those things is important.
That’s the hard part.
Because the things that seem important to me—the things that fill my cup and make my heart happy—often end up taking a back seat to the things that simply have to get done.
I miss Bo. I miss Honey Love. I miss Joy.
I miss walking outside and seeing them every day. I miss the routines we’ve built. I miss feeling needed by them.
When I do go see them now, they’re usually more interested in grass than they are in me. Bo isn’t running to the gate. Honey Love isn’t looking for treats. They’ve settled into pasture life, and while I know that’s a good thing, I’d be lying if I said it didn’t sting a little.
The farmer in me knows they’re exactly where they need to be.
The soft-hearted bottle-baby mom in me wants them home.
Sometimes I think that’s one of the biggest lessons farming teaches. Not everything we love can be our first priority all the time. Sometimes we have to trust that the things we care about will still be there when the busy season passes.
So I’ll keep doing the things that need done. I’ll keep helping cut hay, prepare for harvest, stock the market, and keep all the wheels turning.
But I’ll also keep counting the days until I can look out the window and see Bo, Honey Love, and Joy back where my heart thinks they belong.
The Farmer’s Wife 🌾❤️
