We planted this field April 22nd
It rained the next day, so we didn’t get a chance to spray it for weeds.
It then continued to rain for an almost Biblical 40 days. Finally, today, May 26, I was able to get on it to spray. It was wet, but I was able to get over without tearing things up. I was sailing along, everything going good, I was happy, singing along with the country music radio, when with about 5 acres to go the skies opened in a Biblical deluge.
Absolutely no rain in the forecast, this was totally out of nowhere. I sat in the sprayer and watched it rain and when it finally lightened up I walked across the field to our semi tractor-trailer spray tender to head home.
I’d parked on the edge of the road and when I started off the truck slid down into side ditch and was hopelessly stuck.
“Well,” I said, “this is a real pickle.” Not really, what I actually said was, “!@#$%^^&.” But I gathered myself and called Lana (cell phones, how’d we ever farm without them?) and we drove the Mx170 down there and drug the semi out. Of course, the neighbors were driving down the road at the same time, so we got so share our misfortune. Or they got to appreciate their good fortune. Whatever.
I was bit frustrated by this time. So I figured I’d drive into town and get a nice bottle of wine. After all, Paul told Timothy to drink a little wine for his stomach’s sake. And my stomach was surely in need of something to untie the knots. And I don’t get a mile from the field and there’s absolute no rain. The neighbors are baling hay and raising dust!
I don’t really believe it’s personal. I don’t think God, Allah, my lack of karma, whatever, contributed to this. I’m just saying, if you happen to be in the vicinity of County Road 450 E and Crone Road, you may want to build ye an ark.
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