People always look at me, dreamy-eyed and full of hope, as they hear me say that I live on a tiny farm in Nebraska. They imagine, I suppose, that birds' chirps accompany my awakening, the sweet smell of clover fills my nose, and that my evenings are dressed in cricket squeaks and night breezes.
What they don't see/hear/smell is the reality of country living. Some days, it is simply the pits.
The reason I don't blog more often lately, is because many days go by where I have nothing positive to say about living here. The backed-up septic tanks, screeching owls that could carry off my laying hens, noisy tractors, dusty roads blowing into my open windows, tornado season, a miserable apple season, an overabundance of toads leading to a bloody (literally) lawn-mowing experience, and mud mixed with poop are all things best left unspoken. They frustrate me to now end, and even keeping light beige carpet clean with 4 boys and a dirt driveway is nonsense.
(A chicken taking shelter under our bushes from an overhead hawk.)
There have been some highlights. In between the late nights where I wash dishes by hand, allowing the dirty water to collect below the sink in buckets (as my husband lays underneath the house redoing our plumbing --- again), there are moments of peace, sanity, and even delight.
We recently adopted a new LGD pup. If you're not familiar with the wonder of owning a Great Pyrenees mix, you are missing out!
The tomato plants finally produced something. Anything. While cracked and few, these tomatoes are delicious!
The summer heat has finally said "farewell", making the search for rare the A/C blower fan that would actually fit our blower motor a moot point (at least for now.)
The children are enjoying kites, tossing the football, and climbing new hay bales. The cows are happy with the dying of the horse flies. The cat is finding the mouse supply to be adequate.
(The first salamander we have seen in years!)
And so we go on into another season, preparing for the restful winter months. Summer is a bear, indeed!