Farm wife

Since we have owned the farm, I have been either pregnant or nursing. So while I've definitely done physical work on the farm, the bulk of it, especially the really heavy lifting, has fallen to Peter. I've focussed more on marketing and bookkeeping etc. (You can work on the computer and nurse at the same time, as I am doing right now.)

The back surgery, though, has changed that, at least for a while. Yesterday found me trying to wrestle 150 pound huge rolls of greenhouse plastic and heavy, unwieldy stacks of pots out of the truck, and Peter working on the capital budget and watching the (sleeping) baby.

Role reversal can be good for any partnership. I tend to fuss at Peter about how we need to be better organized and efficient, but as I was rushing to try to unpack the truck before the baby woke up, I found myself dumping things wherever I could get them to in the barn to at least have them out of the truck and out of the snow.

Peter says this post needs a concluding sentence, and I can't think or what to write except that for me this was just another reminder that life is not a dress rehearsal. I mean that I don't need to wait till we are all organized and efficient and know what we're doing to enjoy the farm. It was actually fun to try to figure out how to move heavy, unwieldy objects.