A wild and wet storm passed through yesterday with lots of quick but heavy rain, thunder and lightning. Normally, I would enjoy the excitement and the power of the storm, but this time, I knew how hard it would be on the farmers here. They’ve been working so hard to get their hay crop in. Cut hay that is rained on not only has to be dry before it is baled, but it is not worth as much money as the hay that hasn’t been rained on.
Mother Nature is a giving, yet hard and unpredictable partner. She’s helped to grow an abundant crop, but now the farmers must practice one of my least favorite things to practice…patience. I’ve had to practice patience as well (darn), as I am set to help bale the hay (in a big tractor) for Our Friend the Farmer when and if the hay is dry enough to bale. Yesterday was to be my big baling day…until the storm came through. After the storm, I was glad to do a bit of weed mowing on my faithful tractor, Jubal, which never fails to lighten my outlook. As I parked my tractor up, I saw the sign that reminds us in the storms of summer it won’t keep on raining and in the storms of life we are never alone.
beautiful thought … and beautiful picture.
Thank you Susan!