The long days are starting and my husband is away at the farm longer. Up by sunlight, home after dark.
I've been able to go with him to the farm these last few days, four-wheelering through the orchard and fields, fixing sprinklers, installing new irrigation, servicing balers, planting trees, getting my own farmer's tan. It's been glorious.
But today I must stay here and get some work done.
John William Godward, (1861-1922, Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder)
And think about my husband... and make him delicious food, and clean his house and wash his laundry and try to make his homecoming tonight absolutely wonderful.
I love wifery.