04/09/2026
Nobody warns you that summer holidays on a farm means running the house, the kids, and everything else, single handedly.
I chose this life. I was a farmer’s daughter before I was a farmer’s wife, so I knew exactly what I was signing up for. That doesn’t make it easy. It’s demanding, long hours, and lonely at times, holding everything together while your husbands out working, shattered by the time he’s home, and still needing to be the friendly face at the end of the day when you’re genuinely at your wit’s end yourself.
This isn’t a dig. It’s just true, and I think it deserves saying out loud occasionally.
So much of what keeps a farm running happens behind the scenes and goes completely unnoticed. The wives, partners and mothers who are the backbone of it all, holding the house and everyone in it together while the season takes everything else. Not for the faint hearted. But we do it because we chose it, and because we love the people behind it.
I raise a glass to all the farmers wives out there. You are awesome 🥳. Tag someone who needs to hear this or cheer on another fellow farmers wife!