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May 12, 2015

Hope


We have been in the midst of planting field corn and soybeans here on the farm. I always fall into a different state of mind when we plant crops, have crops in the ground and harvest the crops. My passion for agriculture tends to grow more and more each spring.

Along with my hope.

From April to November, there's a lot of hope.

When we want in the fields, we hope it doesn't rain.

Once we get in the fields, we hope the equipment runs smoothly.

Once seed is in the ground, we hope it does rain and we hope it doesn't frost (or snow).

We hope it rains enough and not too much.

When it storms, we hope it doesn't hail or we hope the wind doesn't blow too hard.

We hope it's warm but not too warm.

During harvest, we hope the rain holds off until all the crops are out.

We continue to hope the equipment once again runs smoothly.

We hope for safety.

We hope that we are doing all the right things so that our land is fertile for next year and years to come.

We hope the commodity prices are in our favor so we can pay operation bills so we can break even and maybe even make a little extra.

We hope that someday, we will have the opportunity to rent more ground.

We hope that we would be making our ancestors proud.

Hope, in agriculture, is just as important as soil, water and air.

Hope is more important than money.

You can buy the best equipment, the most ground and operate a nice grain facility but if you lack hope, you're going to fall.

Hope in agriculture is something that money can't buy. It's something you're born with. Hope lies deep within your passion and love for the industry.

Hope is what will carry you through the hard times and it will carry you through the good times.

It's not something that can be put in a will, or forced upon someone, but hope is something that can pass through generation to generation.

Hope is a choice but it's a choice your heart makes; not your mind.

I wake up every morning and I see the hope in my husband's eyes. It's what drives my hope.

Hope allows us to dream. It allows us to follow our passion. It allows us to believe in ourselves.

Without hope, we wouldn't have soil, we'd have dirt.

We wouldn't have a passion, we'd have a job.

Hope. 

It's a word you can't see but you can feel it.

Even when everything seems to be going wrong, there is always hope to make everything right.

The only thing I don't have to hope for is hoping we are where we're suppose to be.

May 9, 2015

Mothers and Tough Love


As you know, Mother's Day is this Sunday. Tomorrow, actually.

This Mother's Day is pretty special. It's the weekend before my 30th birthday. Yes, the BIG 30.

And I was the first born.

SO.

We will be celebrating my mother's 30th Mother's Day. I do realize that I was born after mothers day so it only would technically be her 29th but I am hoping Mother's Day was celebrated 30 years ago on the account of my incubation.

It's not very often someone can say they've been doing the same thing for 30 years. Heck, I've played every sport imaginable, changed from hobby to hobby, held many different best friends, changed my major in college 5 times and have worked enough different jobs to count on 10 fingers and maybe even 5 toes in the last 30 years. I really can't say that I have steadily done the same thing for 30 years other than brushing my teeth.

My mom has been a mom for 30 years and not once has she quit, thrown in the towel or said she didn't want to be a mom anymore.

I'm sure there are times that she wanted to give up......... but one thing I've always noticed about my mom is that she doesn't give up.

Apr 17, 2015

Bacon Cheddar Scalloped Potatoes


I am slightly embarrassed how long it's been since I posted a recipe here on Old Blue Silo.

*crickets chirping*

Recipe posts are often times pretty intense. Food photography is extremely challenging. Half the time I cook without a recipe so when it comes down to sitting down and writing the recipe, I have to figure out how to translate measurement. 

And.

I need to be honest with you.

I just haven't cooked that much this past year. I started a job last summer that involved many hours during my week and I never really fell into a cooking routine that worked for us. I recently accepted a new position that I believe will allow me a little bit more flexibility to start cooking more often. I am pretty excited. I love to cook. I just don't love it when it's rushed.

Today, I am excited to finally share my go-to potato side dish with you. I typically only make this dish for large gatherings. This is one of the first recipes I wrote on my own and one of the first recipes I made after meeting my husband. We were having a large harvest party one fall when we were dating and I needed several dishes to set out. I researched and researched how to make home-made scalloped potatoes. I took several recipes, combined them and added my own twist.

I recently took this dish to my husband's family Easter dinner. Many were confused why I was outside at the picnic table taking pictures of my plate of food. Once I explained that I was going to post the recipe on my blog, Internet disconnect Granny thought I was going to post my recipe on a billboard  next to the road. She was confused. I was confused.

This recipe is not going on a billboard.

Apr 4, 2015

Spring Porch Inspiration



Lately, when I pull up to my house, I take a look around and think to myself, "BLAH." I know spring is here but it just doeset' quite feel like it yet.

Spring has been very slow this year. The grass is still brown. The trees are not budding and there are no signs of flowers anywhere. Just dead growth from last year.

I thought this year I would bring some color to my porch to eliminate that "BLAH" feeling by adding in a bright color to my decor. I'm not much of a yellow person, but I've really been inspired by it lately. I think yellow is exactly what my front porch needs.

Typically, I usually decorate with pretty rustic items, mostly antiques. I thought it would be fun to incorporate some bright items with my rustic pieces. 

I put together the above inspiration board to get some ideas of what to look for when I am out and about. The barrel, chairs and crates are already there! 

I also have a few Pinterest projects in mind that I might give a try if I have time before we get into the fields. 

This is my first year to decorate for spring. Usually I just wait until May to pot flowers and that brings color to the house. For some reason, this year, I am just a wee bit antsy and am trying something new!


Do you decorate for spring? What are you favorite spring colors to add to your porch?

Mar 28, 2015

Outside Looking Inside


Last weekend, I ventured out and worked on some photography locally. I came across an old farmhouse that was well passed falling in.

This house was literally hanging on by a thread. The window, on the far left side, was still in tact. It's exterior wall created a barrier that was keeping me from seeing into the rest of the house. 

My mind eye kept levitating towards that window. What was inside that room? Was it a living room? The farm office? I kept imagining a little boy dropping his toy on the floor and coming to the window to stare out. Eventually that little boy's face was there. Clear as day. I promise I didn't see a ghost. It was just my imagination running wild. 

Mar 25, 2015

Make Yourself at Home


Home.

What exactly does that mean?

Sometimes home to us is where we grew up. Where we "started" from.

To some of us, home is where we live now. Where we hang our hat. Where we keep our families and our pets.

A home isn't a place. It's not a person. It's not a thing.

It's not something we can touch.

Home. 

It's a place of comfort.

Comfort. It's a feeling we all strive for in life.

Mar 12, 2015

Change


I took the back roads home from work tonight.
I needed a change. The highways get old. 
All the snow from this past winter is melting down as it got up to the 40s and 50s this week. 
I was enjoying my drive but there was mud just everywhere. As I thought about spring coming and the sunny, warmer days ahead, I tried to forget about the mud.
I then realized,
Every change comes with a price.

Mar 2, 2015

Beat the Winter Blues


Post created for Rural Housewives of America

Lately, I've been in a funk.

Not a stinky funk. A blue funk.

And I am blaming the old man. No, not my husband. Old man winter.

It's funny. Many of us, come October, can't wait for hot chocolate, hooded sweatshirts, cozy blankets and hanging out by the fireplace.

Well, all those things can go to
hell heck.

Usually winter and I are friends but it's March 2nd and I don't think winter is going away quite yet.
They once said,
"If you can't beat them, join them."
I never did quite figure out who "they" is but I usually trust "they" because they're always right. "They" is kind of like your mother, in a sense. But we never admit to either that they're always right.
So, we are going to "join them" and beat the winter blues.
I took a poll on my Facebook page last week asking some of my readers how they beat the winter blues and here's what we came up with. Some of my readers happen to be our own fellow RH girls!

Feb 8, 2015

Fitbit on the Farm


Last August, my husband and I were at Best Buy looking at an iPad mini sale going on. He needed one to help him out with his job. I really think he just wanted one so he could play his farming games that he's always playing on mine. Anyways, I saw the Fitbit display and studied the packages. I read them over and over again, impulsively making the decision that I was going to take one of these babies home finally after watching them appear on more and more wrists each time I went out in public. I had been secretly wanting a fitness tracker for quite some time but I had no rhyme or reason why I chose Fitbit as my brand of choice. Like I said, this was an impulse buy.

I walked the package containing my Fitbit Flex over to my husband and told him I was going to buy it. He looked at me with a questionable look.

"How much is it?"

I mumbled, "Errrrrhundreddollars."

"Sounds like a damn expensive rubber bracelet to me."

"I promise it's worth it."

"Well, get it then."

So get it, I did.

Jan 19, 2015

Barn-Inspired Planner



Last year, I ordered my very first planner from Erin Condren and I absolutely loved it! I am not going to go into full detail about the planner as they haven't changed much from the detailed post I created last year. 

On my 2014 cover, I had a picture of my husband over-looking his grain in a gravity wagon. It's one of my all time favorite pictures. I chose that picture for my cover because I wanted to focus my year on  our legacy as young farmers, our relationship and our goals. 2014 was a great year of reflecting and I learned a lot about myself, my passions and what really mattered.

They say who with and how you spend your New Year's Eve is a reflection on how your year will go. Well, I say the cover I choose for my custom planner will help remind me how I want my year to go.

So, this year, I chose to use a photo I took of a historical barn with the sun setting over it.



Jan 7, 2015

First time for everything...

Recently over the holidays, I participated in a country wide blogger gift exchange called Christmas in the Country. I enjoyed it last year and thought it would be fun to do again this year. Ag bloggers are matched up with a "secret santa" and mail a package of goodies for Christmas. We are given a list of our match's hobbies and favorite things. Everyone tries to find things that not only represent the area where they are from but items their match would enjoy.

I was paired up as Jenn from The South Dakota Cowgirl's secret santa. I sent her a candle and tarts locally poured by a good friend, an antique mason jar found on our farm, some Albanese  gummy worms, Amish popcorn and caramel corn along with a set of my famous Rustic Christmas Ornaments. I am sad to say I also bought her some chocolate from the South Bend Chocolate Factory but found those in my vehicle after the package went out. Sorry, Jenn!

I anxiously waited as many of many of my blog friends posted pictures of their packages. It was kind of fun coming home from work every night to see if I could find out who my secret Santa was! Then one Saturday afternoon, after a long day of work, I pull up the drive....... and there sits on my front porch, a package from.............. HAWAII.


Dec 17, 2014

More Than a Card


Growing up, I always opened the Christmas cards as they would come in the mail. Even though they were addressed to my parents, I got more excited about them more than anyone in the house. I'd sneak a peak and shove the card back into the envelope for my parents to re-open.

As I grew older and moved off to college, I sent out a few Christmas cards to friends who moved out of state and even a few relatives. I found my Christmas card list growing more and more every year. Once I got married, my list more than doubled. I don't really keep track of how many cards I send out. It's not about the number. In fact, I really don't have certain people I send cards to. I just sort of open my address book and go. I go until I run out of cards, basically. It doesn't matter if one sends me a card or not. You may receive a card from me one year and maybe not the next then you'll see one five years from now. It's just how I roll. 

Nov 17, 2014

Two Spiritual Dangers


I came across a quote recently.

"There are two spiritual dangers in not owning a farm. One is the danger of supposing that breakfast comes from the grocery, and the other that heat comes from the furnace.” --Aldo Leopold

Now, folks. I want you to really read this quote and think about what it means to you.

Most of us today live in a world of luxury. Even those of us that don't think we have it so well, have it pretty darn well.

My take from this quote is that not everyone needs to own a farm to understand the foundation of our luxurious lives but we need to take the time to appreciate our roots, agriculture advances and the technologies that have lead us to the lives we live.

Sometimes I really truly think that people don't understand how they ended up where they are today. Often times, I see people biting the hand that feeds them.

We get upset when the "power" goes out and our energy bill goes up but do we think twice about heating our homes with our own energy?

Guilty.

I am guilty and you are guilty.

Energy and food provided for us, yes, with a price tag is a luxury, not a right.

Nov 4, 2014

Thankful for the Farm



Last year, on Old Blue Silo, I did a series called '30 Days of Thanks' ... this year, I am not doing the series but instead, I am reading the posts I wrote a year ago to remind myself daily of what I was once thankful for and what I am still thankful for. Exactly a year ago today, I wrote the post below. It's short but really stands out. I thought it would be a post that many of my readers could relate to especially this time of year.

Reblogged from 2013 Archive on November 4th:

As we have recently ended harvest ourselves and I've been watching some of the other farmers still out and about in the fields, I am reminded of how lucky I am to have the opportunity to work side by side with my husband doing something that I love.

I have absolutely fallen head over heals in love with farming and agriculture. I love working the ground that my husband's great grandfather once did with a 3 bottom plow. I love watching our crops grow all summer. I ache when we don't get enough rain or we get too much rain. I thrive on fall harvest. I love reading and learning about farm progress. My heart dances all over when I drive by a herd of cattle or an old barn. My passion grows more and more as the years go by. I even don't mind helping my dad make hay which use to be a dreaded task in my younger years.

Working on the farm, I see what my husbands sees. I feel what my husband feels. I live for the same reasons my husband does. It has brought so much joy and meaning into my life.

This farm has taught me many things including perseverance, patience, sacrifice, hard work and dedication.

I am so thankful for our farm and the fact that no matter what life throws at us, we still get to do something that we love. Success should not be measured by money or Earthly possessions. Success should be measured by how much one loves what they are doing. If you don't love what you're doing, there's no amount of money that can make up for that.

Oct 26, 2014

The Perfect Golden Hour


Harvest has been in full swing lately. I've been working a lot of hours at my new job. I miss my readers. I miss writing. I miss taking pictures.

It's been a stop and go, very late and stressful #harvest14 season. From many hours at full time jobs in town, equipment break downs to lots of rain and wet crops, we've been short on time this year. 

When we started corn, the grain dryer kept putting us to a stop. When we tried to cut beans, they were just too wet and it seemed like it took all day for them to dry. Once they'd dry, it would rain all over again. 

Last night, after a long day of waiting for beans to dry, everything went smooth when my husband and I got off work and we just. had. fun. The golden hour mixed with bean dust was gorgeous for pictures as my husband hauled me around in the back of the pick up for a few minutes while my father in law ran beans. 

The weather was just simply gorgeous. Neighboring farmers were out cutting beans as well and you could see the plumes of dust in the distance. No need to call the fire department, folks. It's just everyone out cutting beans! 



My mother in law and I went into town to pick up pizza, took it to the field where we joined our husbands in the combine and the tractor for a a date.

 Afterwards, we moved equipment in the dark together and the dogs got to ride along too! Harvest IS my most favorite time of the year but it can also be the most stressful. Very seldom do our nights go the way they did last night. 



Nights like last night are what make it all worth it. Nights like last night keep us from throwing in the towel. Nights like last night give us the adrenaline rush to keep going. Year after year.