Last week it rained and Muddy Hubby chose that day to head to the block up north we farm. We traversed sticky black mud roads in showering miserable weather, slipping and sliding around the roads. Then Muddy Hubby climbed the windmill to reconnect it, so he'll have some water to spray the weeds before we sow. All the while Muddy Bubby slept or happily checked weeds with us out the window.
Muddy Hubby and I used to do this a lot before we had kids, and even with the first two, after that, the kids just fought too much and it wasn't as much fun. It was so nice to spend time together (and with Muddy Bubby), just chatting away about this, that, weeds, farming, guessing how much rain we'd had, just being together. Something we don't get a lot of any more.
We've had enough rain at home to start sowing, not enough up north, so Muddy Hubby walked out the door yesterday and I think it'll be the last time we see him for more than a few minutes, for a few weeks (unless it rains again), as we go hell for leather to try and get our crop sown before the moisture dries up or it rains again. He's promised me he'll come home for lunch today, as we have some lovely friends coming to visit (the one exception he'll make), but he'll be straight back into work after lunch. The life of a farmer is never dull (unless we're talking weather).