Oh, what a difference a rain makes! My normally, positive attitude was taking a swan dive just a short, few weeks ago. I was irritated at the weather and the fact that we had suffered such a hot, miserable summer last year and somehow we were having to endure yet another summer of much the same conditions. However, a few rain showers later and my faith has been renewed. The grass pastures have greened up a bit and the guys started planting rye over the weekend.
There is always an underlying rhythm that comes with planting and harvesting, and most generally, we all fall into place during those frenzied times. Tractors and trucks run in and out of our home place like busy, little ants to refill, refuel and retool. One tractor spreads fertilizer while another is in the field cultivating and then comes the mother of all machines..the wheat drill (usually run by dad).
My job is gopher which usually is all-encompassing. Go take food to the field, go check water, go open/close a gate, go leave a truck here or there, go get parts in Enid or Kingfisher, go get so and so from the field and take them to such and such. You get the idea.
With sowing comes the much anticipated cooler weather and of course, a renewed excitement for the harvest that will take place months down the road. Oh, what a difference a rain makes!