The Great Tractor Conspiracy

Some of you already know the story of the day Farmboy and I met and how, in an innocent conversation, I informed him that I had no intention of marrying a farmer. I have no idea what possessed me to share that with him but out it came in the course of conversation. In fact, until that comment came out of my mouth, I didn’t even know I felt that way. I guess I’d never met a “real” farmer before so there had been no reason to even consider how I felt about the whole issue.
He then proceeded to politely ask me why and to try and refute all my objections to being a farmers wife.
It’s one of those moments you might come across in a story where the author puts in an “if only they’d known” type comment.
I can honestly say that neither of us had marriage to one another in mind at that moment. After all, we’d only met just minutes before. Our common link was Farmboys youngest brother.
Despite my intentions, we did indeed fall in love and I had to reconsider my intention to never marry a farmer.
It wasn’t an easy time in my life and involved a lot of tears and anguish. Who’d have though falling in love could be so complicated????
I’d like to say that all of my fears were unfounded and that I took to farming life like a duck to water. As it turns out, my fears were only the tip of the iceberg. I had no idea about things like working hours and struggles to work with family. arrgggh….
My biggest fears were based on media portrayal of farming life. Lack of basic services, isolation and of course, the horrible media portrayal of the anguish farmers went through in the 80s when banks forced some of them from their land.
There have been numerous times over the years that I’ve wished I had stuck to my gut instinct to stay right away from farming. I’ve never regretted marrying the man that Farmboy is. His profession on the other hand….
To his credit, Farmboy has never thrust things upon me the way some husbands do their wives. He doesn’t complain about my fuel usage if I go somewhere the way his father did to his mother. He does occasionally ask for my help with different things but generally only as a last resort rather than a first resort like some other farmers. He’s never made me feel inadequate about my lack of farming knowledge (not that that has stopped me from feeling inadequate).
We even did the whole “move to the farm” thing gradually, living in town for 4 years before venturing out onto the farm.
Many of you will be aware that farming has been going through some pretty tough times over the past years. At the end of last year, Farmboys brother left the farm. This was due to a combination of factors.
I have to admit, I was a little bit jealous. How come he gets to go and we have to stay and continue to struggle? Not just financially but emotionally.
At the end of the day, it’s our decision to stay.
I have to admit though, I’ve been harbouring a secret hope that while we’re away, something might come up that would cause us not to come back. Or only to come back temporarily to sort things out before relocating up north somewhere.
Well, all that changed in the past week.
Why?
I tried tractor driving.
And I REALLY like it.
Really, REALLY like it!!!!
Who’d have thought.
Darn you tractor, now I WANT to come back from our trip.
It’s a conspiracy, I tell you!!!!
I guess I’m going to have to add this to my “101 Things I Thought I’d Never Do” list.







