Alex has arrived and now I can’t wait to get out and show him the world with a suddenly very grown up Zoe as our guide. With my csection wound still very fresh and little man still so, so… though, an adventure bumping around the farm tracks today seems a little premature.
My “confinement” to a less physical but no less demanding existence for now has retuned my connection to the farm. Paddocks wrap themselves around the house and I can almost feel it breathing. Although I only spent four days away, the oats have galloped off and the new pasture in the house paddock is clearly thicker.
It doesn’t take long to fall out of touch with such a dynamic place and what this experience reinforces for me is that no one person can be the total master of all the systems on a dairy farm. And, if you’re a woman with a very young family, it’s an even more tricky balancing act. So, I guess it should come as no surprise that so many “women in agriculture” events focus on the support role a woman plays to a farmer husband. Another topic, another time!