That needs to change.
Meet the Meadowbrook Farmer.
He pretty much makes everything you see on this blog possible.
He is the original reason we moved to the country. He wanted out of the rat race and he wanted a change. He's smart that way, even if it took me a while to catch on.
He is the farmer in every sense of the word. He takes care of the cows no matter how cold it is. He moves the irrigation pipes in the summer, even if he gets home after dark. He is the dictionary definition of "making hay while the sun shines". He fixes fences, catches skunks, empties mouse traps and does pretty much every other job no one else wants to do.
He laughs extremely loud and often. His laugh makes me laugh...most of the time.
He rolls up the hose for me after we water the greenhouse. It's the little things, you know.
It goes without saying that he loves his family.
Side note...this is the one and only time we have ever had family pictures taken. Ever. It's criminal.
He listens to all my ideas, and balances me out (or tries) when they are a bit too crazy.
Hiking is his current favorite pastime. He goes for days, just him and his faithful dog, Ellie, and hangs out with wolves, moose (mooses/moosen?) and bears. I don't pretend to understand the allure, but he loves it.
Just this very week, he received the hardback special edition Cabela's catalog in the mail. That right there speaks volumes about the man.
His life's passion is to do what God wants him to do with his life.
We've been married twenty five years, and I wouldn't trade him for anything.
He's a keeper.
I love you, Meadowbrook Farmer!