Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Life On the Farm
It has felt at times that it has been raining non-stop all year. Of course it hasn't been non-stop but to a farmer with crops to get in the ground it might as well be because the next rain comes just as the ground is beginning to dry out from the previous one. I would also say that this has been an unusual year except for the fact that it has been exactly like last year so far. So in an effort to prevent my parents from moving into my basement, I have been helping them by doing odd jobs that need to be done while they focus on getting the crop into the ground during the brief minutes between ground dry enough to work and the next approaching rainstorm.
On this particular weekend, a month of weekends ago, I headed down to the farm fully expecting to run some large piece of tillage equipment in a tractor with a cab and thus have a controlled environment and listen to some interesting discussions on NPR. Instead, I found myself on an open tractor with a rotary hoe breaking up the crust from a previous heavy downpour so that the corn planted underneath could reach the surface. It is a very dusty job and with no radio so I pretty much had to live in my head.
Living in one's head is a nice thing to do now and then and after spending a full day doing so, I almost wish I had the opportunity to do it more often. I did some thinking about the future and what is in it for me but mostly I just let my mind wander as it pleased and enjoyed the mental show. If someone ever figures out a way to create some sort of mental log, it would have been very interesting to see it later however, the big brother applications from such a thing would have me probably running for the hills should one be invented.
When I finished hoeing at the end of the day, I had covered around 120 acres, I was covered in a thick layer of dirt from head to toe, my teeth were gritty but I was happy. I fueled up the tractor, spoke to my mom over a piece of fresh homemade strawberry shortcake and drove home thought the dark. I got home just in time to read a story to Little Abbey and tuck her to bed. I wouldn't want it any other way.