Because we both still work full time jobs each day, we mostly do our farming at night. And let me tell you, it ain’t for sissies! It gets dark way out here in the boonies – I mean you literally can’t see your hand in front of your face if there isn’t at least a half moon. I’ve tripped over my own muck boots, while they were on my feet. I have tripped over a baby walnut tree trying to avoid a ginormous mud hole in the road. (I went down hard that time!) I have stumbled across the cattle gap more times than I can count. And don’t get me started on the strange animal sounds! Have you ever heard a fox scream in the dark? I can almost hear the theme to Dark Shadows playing in the background sometimes!
But there is a certain peace on the farm at night. It is so quiet in terms of being devoid of “city” sounds, and yet, there is one of the loudest symphonies being played that you can’t hear yourself think. The owls are my favorite to listen to at night. Their conversations are loud and long and sometimes very close by. I wonder sometimes what they are saying to each other. The stars are so big and bright you feel like you could reach up and touch them. It’s hard to describe to someone who hasn’t experienced simply being in the middle of nowhere during the still of the night. So in spite of the scary parts, I wouldn’t trade it. Until I can retire from my corporate life, I will strap on my headlight each night, cowgirl-up and get the job done!