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September Rain And Harvest Interuptus

 There hasn't been much rain, but there has been enough to dampen the ground and the spirits of the district farmers, who have parked the combines and headed to to the coffee shops, taverns, and parts-stores for 'supplies'. They all may be complaining about the weather, how there is seven degrees of separation from harvest rain to Trudeau, but I am enjoying being able to open a window without the belching, burping, black diesel smoke, and the sickening fine dust of the machine driving past. Clean air and country silence. The way it's meant to be.

I'm not saying that I want then to park the machines for the year. I know they have a job that needs to get done.  I'm just saying that it's nice that Mother Nature decided to give us all a break.

"But my wheat's grade."

"Suck it up. You'll survive Jethro."

And he will.

Because deep down he knows that it could be snow instead of rain.

 

Don't drink too much today, Jethro.

The sun is going to shine tomorrow.

That wheat in the field is your ticket to Arizona this winter.

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