Here is to the women of agriculture. To the rubber boot wearing, Carhartt rocking, messy bun styling ladies. Here is to the unsung backbone of spring, summer and fall.
Here’s to the women who run their own farms. To the women who sit in the tractor all day long with the radio cranked and a baby on their hip. Here’s to the women who patiently take care of the rest of the farm while their significant others disappear at dawn into the fields and return well after dusk.
Hats off to the ladies keeping it all together. For the women providing the emotional support, love and stability when the rain won’t stop falling or the snow demands an early end to the day. Here is to the women holding down the forts, building their family empire, or both.
Here is to the women who wake up at three a.m. to check on the calves, sneaking out of the house as not to raise their families from slumber. Here’s to the women who rock a manicure of dirt and who-knows-what under their nails. To the women who put their blood, sweat and tears into what they do and wake up every day to repeat the same.
Here is to the women who can’t imagine life without a sky that lights up with the twinkling of constellations at night and the hollow howl of a coyote.
Here is to the women we admire and are proud of; their tenacity a fighting force.
Here is to the women who chose their path, and here is to the women who know they wouldn’t want it any other way.