The end of May brought two monumental points of the cycle of life. One was wheat harvest, the climax of a nine month cycle of wheat production. The other is gas close, the seven days that define my city job. Of course, the city life takes precedence over this farm wife.
It’s hard, to be divided this way. Maybe when I grow up, I can be a farm wife with a city life. ‘Til then, I’m just a wife with a life (of sorts).