The end of a near 90° degree day is almost upon us and it’s been another crazy day on the farm. Roaming from room to room in the house I take a moment to listen to what sounds are carrying across our land tonight. From one room I can here the distant sound of the tractor/planter that Big E has taken into the field. Bet Miss H and Little Bib are happy he’s close to home tonight! Another room brings the sound of coyotes yipping their way through the woods-the sound of the circle of life here. The last room is almost deafenly quiet, but just for a fleeting moment, my ears adjust to the quiet and I start to tune in the quiet symphony of our rural concert hall. The legs and wings of insects warm up like the string section with each having a distinct timbre, the frogs chime in like the are the visiting Il Divo, but then, in an instant, it settles to a pianissimo level and my ears start to lose the sound again.
The day was spent with a Big Daddy and Big E in the field planting and spraying. Sometimes the hot weather and air-conditioning breakdowns in the tractors cause for short fuses and A need for moments to just pause and regroup. It’s an amazing thing to watch them all work, ialmost like a well choreographed dance to music that we don’t hear. Tractors, semi’s down the road, all the different pieces of equipment that are used in agriculture moving one direction and then another. Planters drawing lines in the dirt that can be crossed unlike those in the sand. I wish I could have an aerial view of what the fields look like as they are being planted. These lines are going to provide food and products to keep our world going. Sometimes I don’t understand all the hullabaloo about what it takes to make seeds that makes the plants they can only do good for our world
I rest my head tonight after a long day. My guys are working hard planting the crops and I have been working hard, between helping, planting my flowers. This year I chose more that I can actually harvest and share with others. My heart sings with the planting and growth that comes through work through my hands and through the hands of God who gives us our strength.
May His Grace be sufficent for us all!
Farm Diva
