Every duty which we omit,
obscures some truth which we should have known.
There is a fine line between being domestic and being a farmer. So fine a line, that the line most often disappears. I do know many farm women friends, who at this very moment have a delicious meal in a crock pot and may possibly have a sink full of dishes.
They were up first thing in the morning, and threw it all together knowing after a long day (and I mean sunup to sundown and sometimes into the night), it will be waiting.
These women are out in the fields harvesting beans or any number of multitudes of different crops, right now. They drive combines, bigger than houses that some people live in. They haul overflowing harvest wagons, down busy highways and back roads, non-stop. Wagons, all loaded down with all kinds of things that we may find in our own crock pots. I am so proud to know these strong, resilient women. No matter what needs to be done, be that inside or outside, they can and will do it. These women are amazing.
On our farm, we no longer do crop farming so things are easier for us. The only stories I have about early morning crock pot experiences mixed with those long days on a tractor are during haying season. This year, as some of you know, this did not happen for me because of my injury.
Most days I tried to have an empty sink. The dust was kept at bay. I say that and can almost believe it, till I look around on most days. It was easy for me to explain a sink full of dishes, or dusty furniture when I was a farmer. I do have excuses now, but as I write this I can see why no one falls for any of them.
I am a writer, and sometimes things do get away from me if my muse happens to drop in. This would be when you must drop everything and sit to write. I am good at dropping everything when it comes to domestic stuff it seems. Thank you, my muse for that excuse. There are those trips to town, with an excuse that grocery and farm supplies need to be picked up. Even though, I also find time to have a coffee with my friends.
There are however a few domestic things that did happen. Someone dropped off a basket of cucumbers and I remembered when I used to be domestic, long ago. I knew I could tackle that easily. It took me two days, consisting of a lot of mistakes and corrections, but they did turn out and look pretty. I thought about going back buying that relish at the store after I saw the aftermath. I was left with four jars of relish and one huge mess in my kitchen that I could not ignore, no matter what.
I tackled making aprons for a while, and people seemed to like them. This I knew I could do and jumped in with both feet to make more. Six more were cut out. Currently, they are sitting on the ironing board that I pushed down the hall, all gathering dust. I guess I could not find an excuse not to finish them, or to finish them.
I think I have figured it out. It appears that I am a better farmer than a “domestic goddess.” I need to be outside, driving those big machines and tackling the domestic stuff when it is needed. Honestly, it was much easier for me to do both, if I did not have any choice, and no time to think about any excuses.
I will be taking a break from blogging for a few weeks. During that time I will be out gathering stories. Take care my friends. Hugs B