Passions of an Odd Chick

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Sweet Farmer doesn't love me....


I'm not sure Sweet Farmer loves me anymore.
No kiddin. I haven't seen him in days. Last night I came in from cutting a large triticale (it's a grain crop) circle at 3:30 a.m. and he only opened one eye and said, "glad you made it in". That's it.....nada. nothin. zippo. I saw him briefly when he came in the night before at 4:00 a.m. from baling hay when I got up to pee, but before I laid back down, he was sound asleep!!
The other day I made him kiss me for 10 seconds. After a bemused grin, he went after the task with gusto, but couldn't finish because he burst out laughing when he realized I was actually counting down with my fingers. Yeah, he couldn't even make out 10 seconds.
He personally showed up to fill my swather machine with diesel the other day (i knew it - he was missing me, he usually sends the "pit crew")but when he finished, he just jumped in his pick-up and drove off with a wave. I called him, and said I .... WAS .... going to give him a big, juicy kiss and offered him other lewd things over the phone- but he just laughed and said it was hot and he was too sweaty and then mocked me with my own line that's he's heard many times before, "i don't feel very pretty right now".
He did bring me a fake bouquet for Mother's Day that he found when driving through our itsy-bitsy town that a sweet Mexican woman had put together and needed the money AND A HOSTESS chocolate cupcake that I instantly tried to eat the whole thing in one bite and ended up with all the cream on the end of my nose. He knows I'm a sucker for stories of how a busy farmer tries to find the perfect gift for his wife when he lives in a town with an only a convenient store and a bar -and he waited until Sunday.
We talk of date nights and down time. He promises me sweet, beautiful, long romantic dinners. I know it must be true. And when he does take me out, us both "feeling pretty" again , he'll look across the table like only he can at me and say so sweetly, "you know what? you're the prettiest girl in the room".
And I'll have his undivided attention once again.

11 comments:

Karin Bartimole said...

oh, I don't know... I'm sensing quite a bit of love, and a great deal of good humor going on there in those beautiful open waving New Mexican fields of green :)

ooglebloops said...

Sweet story - sounds like you're keeping farmers hours in reverse - staying up til 4am to get it done, instead of getting up at 4am!!!!Hard working couple!!! :>)

Sorrow said...

Oh...
This was so sweet.
It finds me wondering how long you and Mr. farmer have been making cow eyes at each other?
This brought such a smile...
pretty indeed.

LINDA BYLSMA said...

That is so sweet. Are you two cutting crop circles to drive the people nuts? It's hard work being a farmer, but so rewarding.

Steve Emery said...

Very well told tale - I get more and more of a sense of this amazing man you married. The photos of shearing the dog, with the stray cat unable to get enough of him told a lot, too. Very beautiful person - I admire very much what I've heard. And your relationship sounds amazing, too.

And that hard work you are both doing. Wow. Modern farming is still a huge human effort. But now it can go on day and night...

Here's to the quieter season to come, and time for each other. And time for some painting and drawing. Right now you're making something else - a living farm - a farm living. Thanks for sharing these things!

Unknown said...

You're both fried :)

I'm glad you can laugh and he can join you in it .... it's just for a season :)

Carol Anne Strange said...

You busy bees! :-) Oh, but there's so much love here. Wishing you lots of magical moments. xx

Ernie Hendrix said...

I get such joy out of reading your posts. Thanks for helping to make the world a better place.

Ernie

L'Adelaide said...

darlin', something tells me you married a strong silent type just like me and we both married farmers, well my dh would beg to differ, preferring the term rancher but they both grow things for a living...that calls for a quiet and deep spirit, don't you think? in my 40+ years of knowing my dh, we are highschool sweethearts, he has always been a quiet man and now I know to appreciate that(finally!)...he does not need attention to know who he is and I am thinking your sweet farmer is the same type of knower, you know? ;)

don't you worry ....i am certain this is tongue firmly planted in cheek but if not, don't you worry, when the day is done, the work finally finished, he'll be right back there beside you again, ready to play-guaranteed!
xox

a mouthy irish woman? ridiculous! said...

saaaaaaaaweeeeeet!!!!! i love it! the counting on your fingers part especially. :)

Robert A Vollrath said...

You write one fine wonderful blog.
I've got to spend some time reading all the posts I missed:)