Meet The Farmers
City girl meets country boy. Sounds like an overly romantic recipe for disaster, yes?
Although the relationship began with a story you think would be prime time entertainment, it is the true story of our lives. Neither one of us was planning on anything like it. And although it hasn’t been smooth sailing, we’ve both learned quite a bit about the opposite world—and wouldn’t change it for anything.
Meet The Farmer: Country boy—and I do mean country. Until recently, most of the country folk you meet around here were born in one of two different mid-wives’ homes. Roughly 80% of our population were homesteaded their land in the original Homestead Act in 1862.
Since then, the land has been used to farm—as has most of the land in our area. Our county is covered in family farms run by country integrity, and most of them remain highly self-sufficient to this day.
The Farmer attended mechanics school at university level, and now serves as the head of our home, and this small family farm struggling to hold on to vintage values.
Meet The Farmer’s Wife: City girl—the second largest city in the United States while she was growing up. With big dreams to take on the world, this city girl studied engineering in Moscow before coming back home to serve as a nuclear power specialist for the USN and then following up with multiple degrees in the health care field, and working in open-heart surgery and trauma before joining a large medical organization and traveling to third world countries and falling in love with not just the honest, loving people there, but also the self-sufficient country life as well.
Two separate worlds collided with one chance phone call… And it’s been a magical adventure since then.
As we considered a courtship and marriage, both seemed highly unlikely as I was stubborn and didn’t want to give up all the benefits of city life, and my career. But once I tasted the homestead life, things changed…
Although I tried to keep my career which meant frequent traveling multiple times a week, it became apparent after the first few children that neither a farm nor a homestead can be successfully run unless both partners are present and active.
Thus began my new life in my new role as the help meet I was created to be—the farmer’s wife.
Meet The Farmers: Self-sufficient homesteading farmers. We are a semi-large farming family. Do you buy wheat? Barely? Potatoes? Quinoa? Soy beans? Alfalfa or sainfoin for your animals? Angus for your refrigerator? Then just perhaps our paths have crossed.
We have a half acre vegetable garden, an orchard, a pumpkin patch, (of course flower gardens) and hundreds of animals we manage over a thousand acres of land. And most of the time, it’s just us.
Work hard. But play… harder. We are no stranger to down home country hosting—or a good ol’ fashioned shin dig. And, might I add, snow sledding will never be the same once you’ve been for a ride in the Rockies.
I hope you’ll grab some coffee and stick around for our hardworking adventure as I follow my husband’s lead in the only life he’s ever known and the one that’s been growing on me over the last decade. And if you have some tips for me, I’d love to learn from your experience as well.