Thanksgiving may have been two days ago, but that hasn't kept me from thinking about all of the things I have to be thankful for. As Chris and I traveled from house to house on Thanksgiving day, spending time with all of our family, I realized how blessed we really are.
We spent the first part of the day at my parent's house, my oldest sister, her husband, and their two children came and joined my mom, daddy, gran, and my other oldest sister. It was so great to see everyone and spend time with two of my favorite kiddos. We then spent the rest of the day visiting with Chris' family in Lineville and Piedmont.
Everyone in Chris' family is so overwhelmingly welcoming and so sweet, they all made me feel right at home.
The thankfulness didn't stop on Thursday though; yesterday Chris, Mr. Larry, and I went to Auburn to Next Step Cattle Company to preview bulls and I became so thankful for my time off of school to spend with both of them, learning about the cattle business. I may not know much now, but each day I learn so much more about this business that my boyfriend loves. (Even though I know he has to get tired of my endless questions!)
Days like that are my favorite, simple days where I get to learn more about new things. Honestly, I never thought I'd be interested in the cattle business (or really in the poultry business), but lately I've come to appreciate agriculture more and more, as well as appreciating where I've come from. It means a lot to me to understand where our food is coming from and being a part of the process is a special feeling.
So today, even though it's Iron Bowl day, if you see a farmer take a second to thank him because as a certain farmer that I know would say...It's hard work feeding the world!
Thank yall & War Eagle!
-Jordyn
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
New Beginnings
Well y'all. I knew it was inevitable. I knew I would start a blog eventually, I just wasn't sure when. But now with school getting so busy and spending most of my spare hours with Christopher, now seems to be the perfect time.
The poem that actually inspired me to begin this blog is reminiscent of the Super Bowl Dodge commercial, So God Made A Farmer. I'm not only dating a farmer, but I'm also the daughter of one and my roots are deep down in this Southern ground. I'm so proud of where I come from and the choices I've made to stay here and make a life with Chris. I know we aren't married yet, but I'm so passionate about the work he does on a daily basis, this poem just really fits the bill for my life. I'm so thankful for where I'm at in my life.
So God Made A Farmer's Wife
And on the 9th day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, "I just asked a lot of this old boy, he's going to need some help", so God made a farmer's wife.
God said, "She has to get up before dawn and not let her farmer hit snooze for the third time, cook breakfast while he's doing the morning chores, wake and ready the brood for school, take supper to him in the field and remind him to quit in time to get to the school board meeting in town." So, God made a farmer's wife.
"I need someone strong enough to carry his children and at eight months along, run cows out of a hay field. Someone to run for parts, come home and throw a meal together and deliver another meal to a sick neighbor. Someone to mend his clothes and keep them clean, someone who will deliver her good towels and her own hair dryer to the barn to warm a shivering calf." So, God made a farmer's wife.
"I need someone who will trade off with him in the barn while saving that newborn calf. And when it dies, she will cry, when he says, "Maybe next year.' Someone who can use that ax and knows where to find it. Who can fashion a child's belt out of baling twine, while running horses back in and then fixing the hot wire. And who at planting time, finishes her forty-hour week by Tuesday at noon, sixteen of those hours at her in-town job." So, God made a farmer's wife.
God knew that the farmer would need someone out there bucking bales and bouncing along at double speed helping get that hay in ahead of the rain. Someone who would run with him to the neighbors' when he sees smoke and then come up with enough food to feed the tired, hungry, impromptu firemen. So, God made a farmer's wife.
God said, "She has to be strong enough to heave bales, scoop out bins, carry feed buckets, and yet gentle enough to fix a child's boo-boo with a duct tape and shop towel bandage in the middle of a field. She has to be someone who won't cut corners when it comes to the land and animals, but will cut them in her clothing, grocery, beautician, and decorating budget. Someone who will seed, weed, feed, breed, plow, mix calf-bottles, and load livestock and then haul them into town. Someone who will make sure everyone is bathed and in the pew on Sunday morning for church."
"She has to be somebody who would trust his guidance, but offer her suggestions, as he baled his family together in love and sharing. Someone who gently reminds him of who he is working for. Someone who would laugh, and then reply with smiling eyes, when her daughter says she wants to grow up and 'marry a farmer, too.'" So, God made a farmer's wife.
-Megan Gottman
I take no credit for those words, though they are beautiful. I hope one day to be able to emulate the woman that poem is about, for she is strong, brave, and loving. All of the things that God calls his women to be. And most of all, I'd love nothing more than to be a farmer's wife and grow up just the way my Mama and Daddy did. My heart is in the land, there's nothing like it.
-Confessions of a Farmer's Girlfriend
The poem that actually inspired me to begin this blog is reminiscent of the Super Bowl Dodge commercial, So God Made A Farmer. I'm not only dating a farmer, but I'm also the daughter of one and my roots are deep down in this Southern ground. I'm so proud of where I come from and the choices I've made to stay here and make a life with Chris. I know we aren't married yet, but I'm so passionate about the work he does on a daily basis, this poem just really fits the bill for my life. I'm so thankful for where I'm at in my life.
So God Made A Farmer's Wife
And on the 9th day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, "I just asked a lot of this old boy, he's going to need some help", so God made a farmer's wife.
God said, "She has to get up before dawn and not let her farmer hit snooze for the third time, cook breakfast while he's doing the morning chores, wake and ready the brood for school, take supper to him in the field and remind him to quit in time to get to the school board meeting in town." So, God made a farmer's wife.
"I need someone strong enough to carry his children and at eight months along, run cows out of a hay field. Someone to run for parts, come home and throw a meal together and deliver another meal to a sick neighbor. Someone to mend his clothes and keep them clean, someone who will deliver her good towels and her own hair dryer to the barn to warm a shivering calf." So, God made a farmer's wife.
"I need someone who will trade off with him in the barn while saving that newborn calf. And when it dies, she will cry, when he says, "Maybe next year.' Someone who can use that ax and knows where to find it. Who can fashion a child's belt out of baling twine, while running horses back in and then fixing the hot wire. And who at planting time, finishes her forty-hour week by Tuesday at noon, sixteen of those hours at her in-town job." So, God made a farmer's wife.
God knew that the farmer would need someone out there bucking bales and bouncing along at double speed helping get that hay in ahead of the rain. Someone who would run with him to the neighbors' when he sees smoke and then come up with enough food to feed the tired, hungry, impromptu firemen. So, God made a farmer's wife.
God said, "She has to be strong enough to heave bales, scoop out bins, carry feed buckets, and yet gentle enough to fix a child's boo-boo with a duct tape and shop towel bandage in the middle of a field. She has to be someone who won't cut corners when it comes to the land and animals, but will cut them in her clothing, grocery, beautician, and decorating budget. Someone who will seed, weed, feed, breed, plow, mix calf-bottles, and load livestock and then haul them into town. Someone who will make sure everyone is bathed and in the pew on Sunday morning for church."
"She has to be somebody who would trust his guidance, but offer her suggestions, as he baled his family together in love and sharing. Someone who gently reminds him of who he is working for. Someone who would laugh, and then reply with smiling eyes, when her daughter says she wants to grow up and 'marry a farmer, too.'" So, God made a farmer's wife.
-Megan Gottman
I take no credit for those words, though they are beautiful. I hope one day to be able to emulate the woman that poem is about, for she is strong, brave, and loving. All of the things that God calls his women to be. And most of all, I'd love nothing more than to be a farmer's wife and grow up just the way my Mama and Daddy did. My heart is in the land, there's nothing like it.
-Confessions of a Farmer's Girlfriend
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