This morning I can almost twist the atmosphere in my hands and wring it right out like a dishrag.
The heat and humidity press in around me leaving me feeling quite similar to a rather limp dishrag.
To the north, the evening brings us a building storm and streaks of lightning punctuate the landscape. No surprise after the way it felt this morning.
I stand by the pickup in the middle of the field and turn a 180 panorama around me.
This is farmer life. This is blessing in so many ways.
Hurry and scurry, yes. Tired and weary, sometimes. Weather and obstacles and broken parts.
Bringing in the grain.
There’s always, always excitement in a finish and that’s what a harvest is! The finish of what you began when ground was worked and seed placed in the ground.
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves!!