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My Anne Of Green Gables Day

As some of you know, I have totally fell in love with Anne of Green Gables. I love to listen to her books while riding on the tractor.  I always come home so happy, so joyous. The world seems like a beautiful place after spending time with Anne.

So last night I decided to be an "Anne of Green Gables" myself.  I wanted to see if I could turn a regular busy day on the farm into something to remember with fond memories.  If I was to remember today in a special way, I had to think just like Anne.  I did just that and now I want to share my lovely day with you, my Facebook friends.

Our alarm went off at the early hour of 5:30.  Lots of people get up that early, I'm sure, but consider that my hubby didn't get in until midnight last night, so hence I didn't go to sleep either. So 5:30 came really fast.

Hubby was up and out to the kitchen before you could shake a leg, putting the tea kettle on to boil. He always does this before he heads down to the basement to do a few stretches and exercises. I pulled his pillow over my head and snuggled down for just five more minutes.

But that little tea pot started its whistle.  There was just one person left upstairs to take it off the burner so she rolled over and stood up slowly remembering she was going to be positive today. After setting it off the burner I stepped out the back door and took a deep breath of fresh country air. "What a beautiful day to be alive," I said to myself watching as the day came to being. "A beautiful day, I could just feel it in my bones!"

It was a busy day. You see we are right in the middle of cutting, raking and baling the alfalfa, planting the beans, planting the milo, and hubby said that he was pretty sure that we will be cutting wheat a week from now!  Can you believe that?  So yes, it was going to be a busy day here on our little farm.

After running a errand, raking the alfalfa fields, and spraying a bean field, we sat down to lunch. That is when my hubby surprised me and said, "Honey how about going on a date?"

"What do you mean? Now right in the middle of our busiest time?"

"Yea...like right now. As soon as we are done with lunch?"

I thought to myself  "WOW!" A date right in the middle of the day and right in the middle of the busy time? He must of went nuts!"

Well it was a date alright! It was kind of a date, you might say. It was a "farmers type of a date."

You see, him and I offered to help a neighbor rake and bale some waterways that would take us far from home. About ten miles to be exact. Well Jim had some ready for us so guess what?? That was our "date".

Ok maybe I was a bit let down but not really.  After all this was going to be a beautiful "Anne day." So I packed his snack in a paper sack and mine in another one, and filled the old jugs with water. He hopped into his tractor with the baler and I in mine with the rake and we were off.

Oh my! What beauty we saw! The sun was shining bright up in the big Kansas skies. We made our way down back country roads, carrying us further from home and into places we have never seen before.

A waterway is a piece of ground that is grassed with brome. It runs long ways down into the wheat fields, or bean fields. Its purpose is to handle the extra water that runs off the fields because of the terraces.

It was just glorious as we made our way slowly out through those golden heads of wheat.  Acre after acre, that golden color would wave at us. There we were, my hubby and I. I raking ahead and he baling that lush green brome, making one bale after another. 

Sometimes we would meet. Him going one way and me the other. We would look at each other and throw kisses through the windshield of the cab.  Oh it was such a joyous afternoon, together out there under the big blue sky. My heart was so happy, it could of burst.

We had only two more waterways lift when we discovered that the baler tractor had a very squashy back tire!  Wonderful! Miles from nowhere with a squashy back tire.  We had to get air or something. So off we go.. slow.. so we won't ruin that tire.

Well usually in this situation, I have a fit. "Why does all this have to happen all the time." But no I was determined to not do my normal for at least today.  So I asked myself, "What would Anne do?"

She would jump out of the cab, lay on the ground and "feel" the beauty around her. She would not look at the problems around her. She would see the positive. And I was going to be like Anne today.

So while hubby was making his way to the nearest farm stead where we could get some air, I just drove slowly behind him and looked around me.  I saw miles of golden wheat fields waving gently in the breeze. I saw a light blue sky, with little fluffy clouds here and there. A jet made its way across that blue, leaving it trail in the heavens.

I saw trees here and there, full of their beautiful green leaves, and pasture grasses waved at me as I passed by. I noticed old hedge post holding up some rusty barbwire, and a pond glittering in the sunshine. What a totally glorious world! What a totally glorious "date!"

Now we are home, and I sit here writing to you. The window is open and soft music is playing in the background. The day is going to sleep. It is twilight. A bird calls its good night to me through the open window. All is quiet. A hush has fallen over the world and my heart. What a beautiful world I live in.  It won't be long now, and the moon will rise, lighting up the night. Oh there is my "call of the wild."  The coyote is sitting somewhere out there, it head up and singing his song to  me.

Hubby will be baling alfalfa again tonight.  It may be 1:00 or 3:00 in the morning, who knows when he will get into bed beside me. But you know what? I know that he will be worn out, but he is never to tired to take me in his arms whisper into my ear.  "Honey I don't know what I would do without you. Your my everything."

So see why I love being a farm wife. The pay is millions.

I think I will try and have another "Anne of Green Gables Day" tomorrow.  Anne with a E

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