What did you get for Valentines Day? Or was it you did the giving?
Roses, chocolates, lingerie?
I bought hubby a dozen roses. Yeah! I really did. Except… they were chocolate! Woolies had this really cool gimmick. A dozen ‘roses’, on long artificial green stems and the roses were wrapped in red foil.
We’re not big on the commercial side of any so called ‘big event’. Christmas, Easter and so on are for quiet reflection of our family, friends and faith, rather than bright lights, presents and tinsel, so for me to buy something like this was a bit unusual.
So unusual, I couldn’t go passed it. I reckon he’ll get a laugh when I take them home.
Anyway, no matter how commercial the day is, we can’t get beyond the fact, we are celebrating love. I have shared this before, but I thought I’d write about how I met my farmer.
It’s a pretty funny story really…
I was nineteen when I made the shift across the border from South Australia to Western Australia. I had found it very difficult to get a job in SA – in the early 90?s it was still not really accepted that women could work on farms. The Esperance area was still developing and most of the farmers wives worked on their farms, so it sounded like a good place to get a bit of experience before I headed home to the north of SA to help my grandparents run their station.
Yup, the best laid plans of mice and men…
I was in a clump of reeds filling in rabbit holes when a large plume of smoke appeared. I didn’t take any notice – fires where I came weren’t always fought. If it was in rocky terrain it was easier to let it burn. So here I was, stomping through thick bull rushes, singing loudly to scare the snakes. Hubby-to-be (HTB) came roaring up (he was contract clover harvesting int the next paddock) and asked if the fire was ok. How the hell would I know? I’ve only been working here two weeks!
So I jumped in his ute and we headed back to find my boss. All in all, the fire was fine and HTB dropped me back at my job. I didn’t want to lose my opportunity so I blurted out:
‘I’ve been here two weeks and I haven’t spoken to anyone under forty. Can you take me to the pub on Friday?’ (I have to say here, I actually hadn’t worked out this bloke’s name yet. It was either Antony or Anthony.)
‘Uh, I’m busy.’
Right, well I stuffed that up didn’t I?
He came back the next day and said yes.
We got engaged after nine months and married on a 46 degree in Adelaide. As I arrived at the Church HTB had just hung up the phone from the real estate agent, confirming we had bought the farm we had been negotiating on for the past week. (He was very pleased he managed to halve his debt before he even started!)
The honeymoon entailed us stopping at Head of the Bite (one day after we were married) at day break and watching the sun come up.
When you marry a farmer, you also marry the farm (this has both good and bad points) and to succeed, you have to make sacrifices. Hubby and I lived in an atco hut without power and a loo for the first five years of our married life, but those years cemented our relationship.
Have you got a story about how you met your farmer? Or your husband/wife? I’d love to hear it.
And to help celebrate this special day, pop on over to Outback Paparazzi and see what ‘The Girls’ have got cooked up for you today!
Happy valentines day – Love to author and farmers and all living s .
What a beautiful story Fleur! And your first five years sounded tough but show just how much love you have for each other 🙂 happy valentines day x
A lovely story about how you met! I’ve known my (very new to farming, Farmer boy) since we were about 7!!