A lot of my articles tend to be on the “complainey” side of life in the country – and, specifically, life married to a farmer and all it entails. It’s not always fair to my husband, who works hard and loves his family.

As I type this, I’m watching him feed calves from my kitchen window. He’s hauling milk back and forth to the sheds so the babies can fall asleep with full bellies. The dogs are at his heels – just in case one of the bolder calves tries to make a cheeky escape. It’s a sunny, warm evening and he has a smile on his face. He is in his element. This is a man who truly loves where he lives.