Well I had an entire blog wrote and then it deleted....seems to go with the theme these days...

The point of my blog was that even though the weather has been the absolute shits and isn't wanting to give up any time soon, we are ok. We have beautiful kids, a great family and friends, and we are healthy. We. Are. Good. 

I would have to say I am looking at the harvest this year as I would a hockey game. We're having a bit of a shitty period, shift after shift, something is going wrong. Team Mother Nature seems to have the upper-hand no matter what we try. So, we regroup... as one would do in this situation. We take a minute to calm ourselves and refocus on the game plan....and most importantly, believe it will all work out. We repeat that process over and over, ensuring that we stay calm and not fall into a quicksand of bad emotional-driven plays that can sink a team in a heartbeat. 

Mindset is everything. Choose to focus on the good and push through the adversity. If you want to do something, you work at it. No one can give you the effort to do it so...it's between you and you. 

Just keep moving. 

Let's go.

HARVEST is fast approaching. Always a crazy time of year, but also one of reward....we're so close to the finish line for the season.

Harvest has always been, and will always be, a time to ignite a sense of pride in what we accomplish as farmers. There's something about bringing in your hard-earned investment at the end of the year. 

As a child, I always wanted to ride in the combine and couldn't wait till I was old enough to drive myself. As a young teenager, I remember learning how to drive stick in the field next to our yard....my older sister howling beside me as the truck jerked and choked. As an older teenager, I learnt what it feels like to be proud of a hard days work. Now as an adult, even though it is stressful as stress can be...it's even better (and yes, some days I have to remind myself of that).

As I watch my husband, I feel grateful that I have someone so driven. As I watch my father-in-law continue to enjoy farming into his better-half of his 70's, I am grateful my children can share those memories. Both of my grandfathers were gone before my days and my dad has been gone for 5 years now, so the grandpa time they have is so very precious.

As for me, whether it is making meals, driving combine, or being a mother trucker, I am so grateful, proud, and at times emotional when I think of what our roots have provided. Not only is it over 100 years of farming, it's a beautiful farm in beautiful southern Alberta,  it's the work ethic my mother instilled in trying to fill all the shoes, it's the pride and patience my dad taught throughout the years, and most importantly it's the love instilled by generations of our families.

To everyone that is already rolling, or getting ready to grab some gears, be safe, have a great harvest, and be proud.