Some things haven’t changed. I enjoy gardening, canning, and swapping recipes (over email or Facebook) with my neighbor farmwives. My hands are rough and calloused, I scold the men for driving the skidsteer on my lawn, and I always make sure to pack a lunch and smear my husband down with sunscreen before he heads out for an afternoon of fencing.
It’s a hectic lifestyle, but ever so gratifying. I have the utmost respect for the rest of the women out there in the trenches. We are the glue that holds everything together and ringmasters of farm life chaos.