THE SHADE SNAPS up to reveal another dark, gray morning. And more rain.
As much as I dislike these endless, cold, wet and dreary Minnesota days, my concern over the weather ranks low.
But the farmers, oh, the farmers. How will they bring in the corn to feed the cattle or pay the bills? How will they harvest the soybeans? How, in these mucky fields?
Many years of farm living and listening to my dad agonize over the weather instilled in me an understanding of the farmers’ plight. These tenders of the land exist at the mercy of uncertain skies and a fickle market.
I told my dad once, and probably more than once, that I wanted to be a farmer just like him. He discouraged me. He was right. I am a worrier. And right about now, if I was a farmer, anxiety would weigh heavy upon me like the oppressive gray skies.
© Copyright 2009 Audrey Kletscher Helbling