Peace in the Rain
Today, I’m the lucky one who gets to be on the computer while my friends work outside in the rain. Lately, the rain, along with the cold and shorter days, has been the most obvious change for us on the farm.
Since the field roads are starting to flood, we can only take out trucks with four wheel drive. While I’m on my way to harvest, sliding down the muddy road in Buster (the 1988 Ford) or Romeo (the 1994 Ford), I can see my coworkers picking something in the distance and am getting better at telling our green or orange PVC suits apart.
Despite the mud and the cold, working in the rain is peaceful. When I’m kneeling in the mud out in the fields with the rhythm of the rain on my hood and the puddles vibrating around me, I can barely remember being out here in a straw hat feeling hot, burnt and thirsty. Inside the breakroom, the hum of the microwave and the electric kettle competes with the sound of the rain outside, and I feel grateful for the change. During these times when we don’t always know what we can count on, at least we can count on more rain this winter.