It’s really hard to describe yourself, especially when myself happens to be me. I’m a little bit of a lot of different things. Here, in this venue, I am a
24, 25, 26, 27-year-old who was raised on a farm, went to college to farm, found a farmer, and proceeded to get a job completely unrelated to farming. But as the Brooks & Dunn song said, you just can’t take the honky-tonk out of the girl. Even though I like to think of myself as somewhat worldly and cultured, I still think Heaven is a porch with a view and a glass of sweet tea. I like sitting on the boat at the lake and don’t mind peeing in the water. I don’t see anything wrong with getting – or giving – livestock as gifts.
Although there is a plethora of farming blogs and farm wife blogs, and I intend to tell stories other than what the cows ate today or how many gears the guys broke (they don’t want me telling those stories anyways), I don’t feel like I’ll be true to who I am as a person if I frame myself as anything but a small town girl with small town perspective. And that’s why I’m choosing to chronicle my adventures as a Farm Wife.