I love getting muddy.
I love rides on the tractor. (Even better, on the combine.)
I love the smell of stubble burning. (I know it’s bad for the environment, and all that, but when I smell stubble burning in the fall, it smells like home.)
I love fresh, green fields spreading out in every direction.
I love golden fields in fall.
I love lying on the ground, looking up and being surrounded by sky.
I love prairie sunsets.
I love seeing my little girls learning to love those things, too.
Deep down, I’ll always be a farm girl.
Ordinary Days 