What I Learned on the Farm
Nate’s parents are still in the Pacific Northwest so this past weekend Nate and I packed up and headed north to spend another weekend with them. We got the day off Friday and drove up to northern Washington (practically Canada!) to attend Nate’s cousin’s wedding. She is such a great girl and I just wish we lived nearer so we could be friends. I’m so happy for her and her hubby and am more than a little jealous that they’re spending this week in Hawaii on their honeymoon.
The rest of the weekend was spent on Nate’s grandparents’ farm. I’ve visited there twice but never for a long enough time to really explore their land. They live on 40 acres and are surrounded by 80 more acres of county property that they are permitted to use. It was so fun to be shown all the places Nate’s told me about and get to know his grandparents even better. Since they’re not able to work the farm anymore, they’re in the process of selling it. We don’t know how long it will be before the farm is no longer in the family so I was incredibly thankful I got to spend a weekend there. It really solidified in Nate’s and my mind (AGAIN!) that we want to have a little hobby farm on a couple acres. We’re praying that will be a reality once Nate is working in a church job. It was wonderful to be able to head out the front door, pick some corn, and boil it up for dinner. It was great eating hamburger from cows Nate’s grandpa raised. It was wonderful to cuddle up under the stars with my favorite guy. The country life is definitely the life for me.
Thing is, though, I have a LOT to learn before I can be considered a farm girl. Here’s a fun lesson for you all…
1. Cow tipping isn’t a real thing. Isn’t that dumb? I don’t know where the idea of cow tipping got started but it’s not possible – cows sleep laying down.
2. Corn grows on the bottom of the stalk! I always thought it grew near the top…
3. Cows don’t let themselves be pet. Yep, it made me real sad.
4. Horses and cows are friends.
5. Goats don’t make good pets.
6. If you spread molasses on bad hay, the cows will eat it.
(And yes, most things I learned were about cows. That’s what happens when Nate’s grandpa was – still is a tiny bit – a cattle farmer)