Having never been around agriculture before marrying L, farm life was an adjustment for me. And that's putting it mildly. Even now, six years later, you'd think I'd know better than to plan a weekend vacation during the summer months. But NO...I had to go and do it anyway. And ended up postponing the trip three times in total. So far. It's still only July. I've got to get through August and part of September before it 'officially' becomes a Fall vacation...
My first mistake was planning the vacation at all. My second mistake was planning it first for the end of May. That turned out to be a no-go when it quickly became apparent in April, that Mother Nature had her seasons mixed up and thought it was still winter before switching to monsoon season. The end of May saw us frantically trying to get crops planted between raindrops and cooler temperatures delaying fieldwork.
My second attempt at a vacation was derailed when the hay crop decided to have a weekend growth spurt. Being an understanding, if slightly disgruntled, farm wife, I pushed my plans off for another week.
My third try came thisclose to success when L was literally one foot out the door to go buckle the kids in their carseats when the phone rang. It was unexpectedly bad news about a near and dear family member and there was only one decision to be made under the circumstances. Luckily, the bad news quickly turned into not-quite-so-bad news and it's now at pretty-darn-good status but our trip was still pushed off.
We are currently awaiting an update that will let us know whether our 4th stab at a summer family vacation will happen in another week or if it will be two weeks out.
But, as any good farmwife knows, the only sure things about summer on the farm are the hay has to be made, the cows need to be milked, and vacations aren't to be planned.
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