Mid-Spring Symphony

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

Canes, Lanes, and Grazing Cattle

(Learning curve…should have posted last week)

The sunrise over the farm is happening earlier and earlier these days, a sure sign of warmer weather to come. At least, that’s what we hope!

Big Daddy and Big E are fighting the frustration that a cold, wet, spring brings on when we haven’t gotten as far in to the prep and plant time should have already started. We know that the weather is out of our control, but nonetheless, it is a hard pill to swallow when our livelihood is on hold. We have to be ready to switch gears and change lines quickly if the weather forecast changes drastically from what was predicted….can’t happen too often as the weatherman is always right, right?? Cattle have been moved off the winter pastures and onto plush fields of rye. You surely thought they were afraid we were going to take it away from them.

I had to go into the VA (Veteran’s Administration) Hospital for a visit today. What an unscripted, but well choreographed, dance into the building with all the canes. I love my blingy Aqua colored cane-lets me pretend it’s a special Tiffany edition. The VA hospital is treating me right, but my heart aches for the older vets that aren’t able to be proactive in their journey. Please pray for those have have and are serving. 

The trip back to the farm is like so many days in life-headed smoothly and quickly down the road in the fast lane, when all of a sudden you have to slow down to almost a crawl, assess the situation and change lanes. God is alway there through the unexpected changes in life-for me its health. I was a speed demon, but I travel in the slow lane now. It has let me actually smell the roses, be there for my family, it’s been interesting and challenging, but with God’s continual love, I keep trying to make each day the best I can.  

 

Go out and make it a good day!

May His Grace be sufficient for all of us!

Farm Diva