Farming seems to suit me like that.
In my farmer's wife life, I am filled with words. They chat and call out and sing and worry me all day long. And then they noisily keep me up at night. Round and round in my head they go; organising and stressing and wondering and replaying.
But as farmer Kate, life is more practical, physical. The words seem fewer, calmer, more direct. Farming words are for planning and problem solving and organising. Farming words make sense. And farming nights are for sleeping soundly.
Missing last growing season while we were on the caravan adventure we are more excited than ever to get growing and harvesting again. I get butterflies in my tummy when I think about the baskets of rainbow carrots and braids of garlic and fields of sunflowers.
Farming in springtime is nice.
Milos are off interstate to some spring babies. I wish I could snuggle both those babies in person, I really do. But for now I'll be waiting and checking the instagram for details and photos. And I'll be cluck, cluck, clucking a bit. It is springtime after all.
That's tired ol' me.
How are you?
Have you had more of a wordy or do-ey kind of day today?
When was the last time you washed your hair?
Ok, better go and get my smalls to bed.
Last day of term tomorrow. Yippeeeeeee
Have a wonderful Friday friends.