Born and raised in a small town in Eastern Arkansas, agriculture is all I know. I can remember the smell of dirt and chemical as the summer approached. And I was always amazed at the big, fast, yellow planes in the air buzzing my house. My thoughts as a child were they were horrible birds in the sky spitting chemical on my dads tiny garden. My dad would get so mad and that’s what made me think they were all horrible. But what I didn’t know that in my future I would Marry a man who would conduct one of these horrible birds. That is what this blog is about. The fears and tears of this job. And what it is like to be the Ag pilots wife.