Wackie Day. Wackie Cake.

My day can be summed up with this – book fair, power surge and chocolate cake.  Here’s the explanation:

It’s All-Star Book Fair week at the kids’ elementary school.  I arrived about 8 a.m. to make final preparations.  On Monday every half hour starting at 8:30 until 2:30 students file through to make their wish lists.  The challenge is directing their attention to the books and away from the erasers that look like phones or chocolate bars and pencils that smell or write from both ends.

Sunday School Lesson

I am a firm believer that God teaches us through challenges.  We just have to know when we’re being taught and be smart enough to understand the lesson.

For example, I believe His effort to teach me patience started a long time ago when I took up showing cattle at the 4-H Fair.  Many hours of my springs and summers were spent coaxing cows into a halter and gaining their trust so they’d follow me around like a dog on a leash.

What about patience in parenting?  We have two beautiful children.  Beautiful is the operative word on some days.  Patience should be my virtue by now, right?

My Very Fairy Farm Princess

Meet my very own very fairy farm princess.  She sparkles on a daily basis with her fashion choices.  I often ask, “What are you wearing?!” She usually responds, “Sparkles, Mom.  Can’t you see?”

Chili, Children & Checkers

For all intents and purposes, I’d classify myself as a stay-at-home mom.  Yet, since both kids started school in August I haven’t spent much time at home. Between my part-time gig as ag literacy coordinator and full-time obligations as professional volunteer (My Farmer gave me that title), there are weeks on my calendar when I leave the house on Monday and feel like I don’t come home ‘til Friday.

Which is why Friday evenings approach with much anticipation, not because My Farmer and I head out on the town, but because on these chilly, dark fall nights we nestle in and exhale a week’s worth of “things to do” and inhale a few hours of peace.

Hunger Games. Hungry Planet.

While My Farmer was moving equipment home from our south fields . . . The fields are south by a short hour drive and moving equipment home means we are done with harvest.  Woot!  Woot!  Of course when one task ends another begins, and so now we chisel.  But we’re done with harvest!

Anyway . . .

While My Farmer was moving equipment home, I spent the afternoon in my sister’s sixth grade language arts class talking about what the world eats.  One of the hats I wear is that of ag literacy coordinator.  I work with the Ag in the Classroom (AITC) program and talk farming, food and general ag with elementary and jr. high students.

30 Days of the Not So Glamorous Life of this Farm Wife

This afternoon as I was digging and packing some bulbs for winter, I kept coming back to the challenge issued by Holly Spangler of My Generation blog – post one blog a day for 30 days.  She issued the challenge weeks ago and in true procrastinator fashion I’ve waited until the last minute to give it serious thought.

Write each day for 30 days?  This is crazy.  But I’ll accept.  (Picture me throwing back my shoulders, inhaling deeply and mentally perfecting my defense when I tell my farmer what I’ve added to my daily list of things to do.)