Wednesday, March 30, 2011
On a different note, it looked briefly like it would rain. Sitting back from my suburbia state of mind, realizing my "farm" life is mostly theory. The idea of rain jolted me back to realizing, some things will be changed forever. Rain, wind and sun now mean good things or bad things for what we planted. As I walked into Safeway (something I hope to stop doing in the foreseeable future) a young girl took a deep long drag off her cigarette, staring up at the smokey clouds obscuring the sun she questioned through squinted eyes to avoid the glare, "Is it going to rain today?" deep sigh. "I hate the rain" she exclaimed to her co worker. I thought for a long while about this. How could anyone living where we live hate the rain? I hope it pours, we haven't been out to water the plants plus tomorrow the grader is coming and it would really cut down on dust if it were to rain.
The scriptures are coming alive to me because of this little farm.
Posted by Kim at 12:16 AM