Turn, Turn, Turn

To everything, turn, turn, turn.

There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.

With a front row seat to nature's changes, I think I've found the perfect theme song for the County Line. "Turn, Turn, Turn," the classic song from The Byrds, often drifts through my mind as I walk along our dirt roads.

The latest crop that has me humming along is the sudan planted just south of our house. We planted it after we harvested wheat off the field, so the ground was double-cropped.

In early August, the sudan crop was languishing in 100-degree-plus heat. It was growing less than the runt of the litter. But we got a 1.10 inch rain on August 15, so Randy & I figured we'd try a photographic experiment. I took this first photo that afternoon after the sun came out. The next day, we got another inch of rain.

I took the second photo yesterday, August 23, just a week and a day later. No longer is it growth challenged: It just goes to show you what a timely rain will do.

Eventually, we will swath the sudan and then bale it. We'll use it to feed to cattle this winter.

The timing for this process is up in the air at this point. Randy says he'll either do it before or after he plants the 2011 wheat crop in September.

Overnight, we got another 3.40 inches of rain. That's probably more than we needed on some newly planted alfalfa, but that's another story for another day. The moisture will continue to nourish the sudan, the silage, the milo crop, the pastures and give us good subsoil moisture for wheat planting next month.

So, here on the County Line, I'll continue humming my newly found theme song on the continual soundtrack of music playing in my head.

If you'd like to join me, here are the words and a video illustrating it.

Enjoy!

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To everything, turn turn turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to be born, a time to die.
A time to plant, a time to reap.
A time to kill, a time to heal.
A time to laugh, a time to weep.

To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to build up, a time to break down.
A time to dance, a time to mourn.
A time to cast away stones.
A time to gather stones together.

To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time of love, a time of hate.
A time of war, a time of peace.
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing.

To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to gain, a time to lose.
A time to rend, a time to sow.
A time to love, a time to hate.
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late.

Based on Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8