I wake up early to feed the baby, make a pot of coffee and check my e-mails. Those early morning hours are sweet and quiet, and I don’t take them for granted.
Even when the cats are meowing because their water needs refreshed and the baby already is hungry again, I enjoy the early hours.
That’s how most of my mornings start off. It may sound like a normal day for working moms, but what happens next is pretty special.
I give my baby a kiss on the forehead. My husband, who works nights, takes the baby and I head to work.
My office never is in the same place. Some days, I’m jamming to ALT 103.3 on my way to a salmon farm — yes, that happened last week.
Other days, I’m enjoying gospel tunes on the way to an industrial hemp symposium. Yesterday, I wandered downtown for Indiana Farm Bureau’s 100th birthday party.
There’s always somewhere new to go. And I love making stops in between, to try new foods and explore small towns.
In between, I sit in my office to type notes, write stories, upload photos and share it all on social media.
I’ve had strangers ask me if this is just a stepping stone, if I really want to write about farming. My answer always is the same: “There’s nothing else I’d rather do.”
I studied agricultural communication at Purdue University with the singular hope of, one day, writing about Indiana’s fields, animals and people.
And that’s what I do. Every day.
I’m confident I will never run out of stories to tell. This spring, I’m planning trips to farmers markets, county fairs and even a camel dairy.
Who knows what story is waiting around the corner?