|June 21, 2019, 6:09 AM|
Instructions for Living A Life:
Tell about it.
Perhaps this watercolor-hued sunrise over a corn field didn't have the drama of the full sun playing peekaboo with the horizon. But I was still glad to be there as the corn stalks rustled in the breeze and the birds greeted the morning with a "Wake up!" trill. The wispy, fast-moving clouds seemed to be playing tag with a jet that streaked across the newly awakened sky.
The night before, June 20, I documented the final sunset of Spring 2019. Harvest is a slow-poke this year.
The seasons that came before Summer 2019 were like an obstinate toddler, throwing a temper tantrum and crying buckets of tears which filled our fields - and our basements - with its wrath.
The weekend brought even more moisture. Friday night, we got 0.30 inches of rain here at home but had as much as 2 inches on other farm ground. Then, we got up Sunday morning to a rain gauge with 2.30 inches in it. Just two miles away, we had a total of 4 inches over the weekend, and one of our landlords dumped 4 inches out of his rain gauge several miles away, too.
Those sprinkles through raindrops produced a rainbow. And, yes, I made Randy pull over so I could take a photo.
The leftover clouds created a spectacular sunset later Sunday evening.
When I saw the red bleeding into the sky above the kitchen window, I grabbed my camera and drove down the road.
|Sunset over a CRP field|
Let me keep my mind on what matters ...
which is mostly standing still
and learning to be astonished.
Mary Oliver, Poet