This week marks the end of yet another month in 2009. With July almost complete, August is rushing in like a timid lamb.

I heard on the news this morning, the best chance of rain is tonight (Wednesday) and Thursday morning. I sure hope so.

 


This week marks the end of yet another month in 2009. With July almost complete, August is rushing in like a timid lamb.
I heard on the news this morning, the best chance of rain is tonight (Wednesday) and Thursday morning. I sure hope so.
Last week when Shari and I stopped to grab a quick bite to eat after an ambulance run to the Cities, the manager of the restaurant was very chatty and mentioned their area was nine inches below normal in moisture. I hadn’t thought about it in that detail.
That fact became evident when I went to water the two small trees we have been nursing in our yard. Cracks in the dirt surrounding the little trees surprised me. I thought we had done a better job of keeping them watered. Needless to say, I watch them closer now. With only one mature tree in our yard, we need all the shade we can get and nursing the little suppliers of that luxury is now necessary.
Because we are so short on rainfall this month, it makes me wonder how the sweet corn is doing. Each day as I drive to work looking at the corn fields, you can see the leaves stretching to the sky in search of moisture.
As a rural community we are much more dependent on the agricultural industry than people really want to admit.
The pricing to the farmer, is far below what is reflected at the grocery store or the gas pump or anywhere else for that matter. I am not a dairy farmer or claim to know much about the dairy industry, but from the bits I hear on the news, the dairy farmer is losing thousands of dollars a month because costs are so high and their pricing is much below.
Yes, I also know a farmer is never happy. It is either to wet, to dry, to hot, to cold, prices to high, markets to low...you get the picture. But farmers are so dependant on Mother Nature for their livelihood. They can work an entire year, have all the expenses of trying to produce the crop and still end up with nothing in the end.
Maybe if we all stand in the street and do a rain dance tonight...just maybe Mother Nature will hear our prayers.
Thought for the week: The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance, the wise grows it under his feet. – James Oppenheim