It’s hard to please a farmer – at least when it comes to weather. First this season was too wet and the main topic of conversation was our inability to plant. Then it became too hot and dry and farmers donned their drought persona. It’s usually an easy switch. You just slouch to one side or the other depending on the relative humidity as you engage the closest sympatric ear in your tale of woe. That’s why it’s difficult for most farmers to express themselves when things go according plan – if you can call the vicissitudes of nature a plan. Right now I’m at a total loss for words because it rained yesterday. Not just a half hearted drizzle or flash in the pan thunderstorm – but a real soaker. I’m not sure I’d be able to have a coherent conversation with another farmer in this hour of bliss because all we could say to each other is, “How many inches did you get?” No moaning about the shriveled corn, no beating of breasts or wringing of hands over the flooded beet field. Just, “Hey what about that rain.” Might as well just go back to bed and wait for a random hail storm to liven up the conversation. There’s just nothing to complain about – at least for the next twenty four hours. That’s about how long it will take for those weeds we thought were completely eradicated to take over the carrot patch.
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