So, here we are smack in the middle of another stretch of rainy days. How many of these projects/activities have I taken on? A whopping 0%. Unless you count the laundry. And then I at least I top zero. But that’s just depressing and not at all fun. So as I sit here waiting for yet another rainy day, I have to ask myself what went wrong?
I try to remember what we have been doing for the past couple days. Images of Alex walking out to try to get something done and then returning, sopping wet, fifteen minutes later muttering something about a quagmire out there pop into my mind. And then there is a lot of opening and closing of windows, fans being turned on and off, as we try to find some air whose weight we can’t physically feel as we walk through it.
But then through the humid haze, a little light, as I remember that we have actually gotten quite a bit done. Yesterday Alex spent the whole day driving around Lancaster County, picking up some much needed supplies. I have been catching up on some much needed seedling care in our make shift greenhouses. The chickens have all been moved to fresh pasture and their feed and water bins filled. We are caught up on some of the computer work. So I guess we have gotten some stuff done. But that doesn’t feel like it should account for all the hours it has been raining.
And then I realize where the rest of the time has gone. Watching the radar. Watching the rain. Or talking about it. Or thinking about it. Restless energy piling up as we sit, watching the streams carrying away our precious soil.
I hope that this is where our inexperience shows. I’d like to think that more seasoned farmers can sit, accepting the things that they cannot change, and simply appreciate the resting period. Maybe that’s a fool’s dream. Who likes to sit and watch record breaking weather events continuously chip away at all their hard work? Obviously no one, but we do need to be able to find peace with it. I always try to remind myself that the plants want to thrive just as much as we want them to. That nature is strong and the birthplace of perseverance.
So as we prepare for another rainy week, I am resolved to enjoy myself. To appreciate all days. And as I look around, I see all the summer crops pushing through the rain. Baby eggplants have just appeared on the eggplants. The pepper plants are becoming laden with green fruits. And yesterday, we even plucked a handful or ripe sungold cherry tomatoes! So be cheered, summer is still here!