It’s Sunday afternoon. With church and lunch done for the day, my son is playing on the floor, my husband is “watching the NASCAR race,” which is code for napping and I’m mentally running through all the things I should be doing but putting off for another day.
It’s been raining here all night and most of today. The inch or so we have received is on top of about two inches of rain we received earlier this week. The rain has been a welcomed site for everyone, especially area farmers who just a few weeks ago were try to push away thoughts of continued drought and a second year of failed dryland fall crops.
But the rain delivers more than the obvious moisture for the crops, ponds and pastures. It brings a much-needed respite for the area’s hardworking farmers and ranchers. For the first time in I can’t remember how long, my husband spent an entire weekend at home. No pulling sprinklers from well-worn ruts or running the tractor through newly harvested wheat fields. No work, just lazy Sunday afternoons and hours of family time. It’s rare that my husband is home for an entire day – even on the weekends. There are no office hours or set work schedules on the farm. And you will be hard-pressed to find a farmer that doesn’t always have something they need to be doing. Even on weekends, he’s at the farm for more than a couple of hours.
I am truly thankful for the rain, for the moisture it delivers to the crops, for the refreshment it provides for our cattle and, most importantly, for the family and rest time it allows my husband.