The mornings have been cool enough lately, that I can open the front door for awhile. Atticus likes that, he can watch what is happening outside.
The irrigation is running in fields now. We need rain desperately.
Yesterday afternoon, I watched the radar as rain circled our area, leaving the center dry. It did cool the air and provide some welcome relief, that was our only benefit.
Those clouds in the pictures did not produce rain for this field.
We do not farm, thank goodness, but I understand that it is hard work. I remember seeing Daddy come in from the field and sit on the porch with a tall glass of tea, watching the rain and hoping that his fields would benefit. Sometimes it happened and sometimes it didn't. There were years that it didn't happen often enough.
I am the daughter of a man that farmed and ran his own business. I have discovered that I am not happy away from this farming life. Even if my husband and I are not farming, I am able to watch what happens in these fields, and remember happier times when Daddy farmed.
"This little patch of earth and this little pile of stones; I can wash the dust off my face and skin, but this earth is in my bones."