Every December Farmer Steve and I take some time away. It is the perfect opportunity to leave because there is a lull in the action around here; too early to begin spring plants, too cold for baby chicks, and minimal crops to care for. This year I was primed for full-on vacation mode. Physically, we both headed for the beach. Mentally, Steve’s brain missed the flight.
As we dipped our toes into the crystal blue water, while sipping on our first vacation cocktail, Steve obsessed over whether or not our farm sitter, Katie, had gotten ahold of the guy who was going to deliver round bales while we were away. After frantic texts back and forth between Steve and Katie, there was confirmation that indeed a fresh bale was to be delivered the following day. So glad we got that cleared up because it was almost 8:00 before Steve considered my growling stomach as remotely important.
As we walked the beach on day two we ran into a couple that we had met the previous year. We all smiled, hugged and seemed genuinely excited to reunite. The first thing out of Steve’s mouth?.......”Good news, the cow’s hay is being delivered this afternoon.” Then he just kept on walking as the couple stood there with the most puzzled look on their faces. Like, “What the f**k is he talking about?” I’m pretty sure they avoided us the rest of their vacation because I noticed them turning around to walk the other way every time they saw us.
I packed several trashy beach books full of sexy romance…….Steve buried his nose in his chosen vacation books, “Grass Fed Cows” and “Pasture Raised Pigs: A Complete Guide to Feeding and Butchering”. Yep, those ought to bring the heated passion to a full boil.
And I certainly cannot forget to mention the romantic dinner for two with the waves gently washing over our bare feet when Steve gazed at me and asked, “Do you think we should plant 75 ft. or 100 ft. crop rows this spring?” Be still my heart.
The following day Steve almost killed us as he swerved off of the road to investigate a roadside vegetable stand. I must admit it was amusing watching him try to discuss crop-growing conditions with a lady who spoke almost no English.
But hands down, my favorite was the evening when the band began to play “Lady in Red” The moon was full, the lights were low and the palm trees were gently swaying. I led Steve to the dance floor. He took me in his arms and asked, “Do you think the cows will remember us when we get back to the farm?” A hopeless romantic that man of mine……seriously.
So that about sums up my vacation. We are back on the farm, safe and sound. The hay ring has a fresh round bale, the cows greeted Steve with a heartfelt lick with their rough tongues and the pork butchering techniques we discussed ad nauseam while gone will continue throughout the new year. Oh, and in case you’re dying to know, we decided on 100 ft. crop rows.