Jun 16 2010
As I’ve mentioned before, it’s hard for us to get away in the summer because of my husband’s livelihood of farming. June always seems to be his busiest month, with lots of field work to be done, so that we seldom see him during the day unless it rains. In July and August, we have a chance at some camping weekends or quick vacations, but these can never be planned until the last minute. But not in June. June is when everything is growing, growing, growing.
Here is a glimpse of life on the farm in June.
June is green. Except for the blue sky and tan of the gravel road, when I look out my window in June, all I see is green.
June is colorful. The spring blooms of tulips and daffodils are gone, but others are taking their place:
June is a promise. The garden is blooming, and fruit is taking shape.
June can be rainy. The barn that is no longer used for animals is now the “sports barn,” perfect for the kids to play in on days when they can’t be outside.
June is mowing. We wish for the rain to help the crops grow well, but it also means mowing at least weekly. Even with a large mower, it takes two and a half hours to mow our 10 acres. Thankfully, this is my husband’s task.
June is delicious. Rhubarb and asparagus are ending their seasons just as the strawberries begin.
June is mosquitoes. Although four dry years have kept them at bay, heading into the shady areas of the yard ensures a constant buzzing.
June is nature. Step outside and you’ll hear birds singing in the trees, pheasants in the ditch bank, or the sound of water moving as the drain tile empties from the fields into the ditch. My son has even claimed a new pet.
June is traffic. This isn’t the traffic you’re used to if you live in the city, but there’s a steady flow of farm equipment past the house. This morning, I saw a farm truck, tractor with sprayer, tractor with grain wagons, and pickup truck with cattle trailer, in the matter of just a few minutes.
June is growing. The corn field in front of the house has gotten taller in the past month, hasn’t it? In another month, I won’t be able to see the road.
June is wandering. Although my husband is hard at work, these are the laziest days for the kids and me, when we have no set schedule, nowhere to be, so we can find our fun when we want and enjoy staying home the rest of the time. I’m sure it won’t last.
It’s June on the farm. I wish you were here to share it.