Until December 23, 2010, I was a city girl. I had daily lattes, shopped a little too often, relied on public transportation, and rejected the thought of ever living in the country. When my husband and I decided to leave it all for West Texas to farm, life changed completely. Read my “Farmwife Confessions” to learn about the transition.
Last night, I was making a batch of cookies, when Russell told me he had to go check sprinklers. I thought that sounded like fun, so I decided to put the cookie dough in the refrigerator, grab my camera, and go farm with him.
Turns out, checking sprinklers isn’t as exciting as it sounds. This is what it entails:
Russell drives around in his big red truck.
He stops when he’s by a sprinkler.
And he looks at it.
If everything is okay, he drives over to the pump.
And this is where I got to help him farm. I rolled down the window. Listened to see if the pump was running. And then rolled up the window.
And then we drove home.
And I learned my lesson that baking cookies is way better than farming.