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Life as a farm wife is a whirlwind of unpredictable adventures, hilarious moments, and endless chores that keep me on my toes from dawn till dusk. Well, not dawn. Because I'm not getting up that early unless I need to visit the bathroom, but every day begins with the rooster's early morning crow. Well, we don't have a rooster. If we did, the day would start with it crowing, which I would swear is to remind me that sleep is a luxury I can't afford anymore. But, since we don't have a rooster, I usually get up about eight o'clock a.m. As I stumble out of bed, I'm greeted by the familiar sights and sounds of the old farmhouse coming to life. The back door creaking, the AC turning off and on because it's already 85 degrees outside, and the thin trail of dirt The Farmer has already tracked inside. It's a symphony of rural life that, after a while, feels like a comforting lullaby even when it's just noise.