Is The Sun Too Late?

The girls, Dirt and I have been busting our rears to try and catch up on things.  I can’t believe I had to start my corn in flats in the hot house.  The hot house I thought would be essentially done using by this time.  I can’t believe it is the last week of June and I am just now getting my beans in.

I hardly had a decently looking iris to enjoy this year, mostly they bloomed out and became a soggy ripped mass of brown streaked snot from the rain.  And now my peonies are going down the same road.

The last three days have been bright and sunny, steamy hot, even though the temperatures didn’t actually get that high, a whoppin’ seventy-eight Wednesday but high enough to cause a steam room effect. 

Yes, the sun has been delightful but I am still walking to my Market Garden through standing water in our pasture, many places in the yards and gardens are still soft or in standing water.

Top it all off, the coyotes visited last night.  They were singing up a storm out in the lamb pasture.  The neighbor closest to the lamb pasture got a shot off to scare them before Dirt could get the bullets into his rifle.  Nothin’ cuter than your man standin’ in his boxers and boots loadin’ his rifle in the middle of the night.

Couldn’t get back to sleep and now it is three a.m., so I asked for Dirt to turn on the radio.  And still no sleep.  Change the channel off of news, too much murder, car crashes, perverts, and natural disasters…  Country music.  After an hour, no better sleep aid than the news.  Change the channel to a better station but the damage is done and now I can’t even cry and pray myself to sleep.   Burdened for others, and the list is long.

Better days ahead?  I hope so,- no really I know so.  Thankfully we aren’t yet dependent on Vicktory Farm and Gardens for anything but entertainment at this point. Company is coming tonight, more company tomorrow for the weekend, the weather oracle says there shouldn’t be any more rain, hopefully long enough to actually get the hay in…  Now to go out and see if the coyotes were as successful as their singing made it sound.  Darn coyotes, darn rain, darn news, darn depression.  In the words of the Fantastic Mr. Fox, “Cuss”

I’ll try not to leave you with my disease Dear Reader, discipline from the Lord never feels good and today for me is no exception, but I am surrounded by a cloud of witnesses and present day encouragers to see the beauty and glory of God in everything, even rain and mud and coyotes.