The Lazy Farmer

It's true, I'm lazy. I admit it. There's always a part of me that gets excited for rainy days. The thought of not having to weed or be in the hot sun can be downright blissful. There is a guilty pleasure in spending the better part of a day inside. I'm a farmer. I keep telling people that I love being outside. Why then do I get so excited for rainy days?
It's probably the change of pace. There's not so much pressure to get things done on rainy days. I can take a nap and not feel guilty. I can catch up on bookwork or clean-up. Yet, I have to been careful. I enjoy rainy days so much that sometimes I try to convince myself that rain-threatening days should be treated like rainy days. It's a fight to get myself out in the fields when it looks like rain. But there is a huge different between cloudy, look-like rainy days and actual rainy days. Ah the trials of being my own boss.
Despite my laziness things are getting done. I spent most of this past week weeding. That is, I was weeding when I could get out in the fields. We had some legit rainy days this week, which I spent working on some marketing signs and running errands. Why are there always errands to run? I could run errands every day. There is always something more to find, purchase, or do. When I got back out in the fields the change I saw was amazing. The swiss chard, kale, spinach and lettuce have all popped! My first market is next Saturday and I was beginning to wonder if anything would be ready. I was picturing myself at my market stand with my beautiful sign, my beautiful tent, table and tablecloth, but that table would be empty of produce. I saw myself just standing there telling people about the beautiful, tasty produce that I would eventually bring. Well, it looks like I might actually have a few examples of my wonderful produce! We'll see what this week brings.
The bees have been busy gathering pollen and I'm fascinated by them. Have I mentioned that before? They bring in the pollen on their legs. It looks like little saddlebags. I love watching that. Then I love watching them fly in and out, like a little bee airport. They're incredible. I opened the hive a couple weeks ago and found the queen. She's been busy laying eggs, which is a good thing. I love my bees. I look at the hive and just grin. I've wanted a hive for so long. Now I have one. It's a small dream come true.
Yesterday when I was planting my tomatoes I couldn't help but grin. My little farm brings me so much joy. I am awed by the little changes that I see each week. I know there are hot, miserable days ahead. I won't always feel so enraptured with this farm, but even then it will be beautiful to me. Let the beauty of the Lord be upon us; establish thou the work of our hands. Ps 90:17.
My farmer's tan is coming along. I can't tell if my hands are getting browner from the sun or from the dirt. It's probably both. Sorry, Mom. I really do wash my hands. Here are some picture from this week and last. Til next time!