Finish Line

We finished planting corn on April 25th, a very timely date for corn.  We started planting soybeans, and then the week and a half of rain and cold weather hit.  We were out of the field for two weeks and then were able to get back to planting soybeans.  We also rotary hoed most of our corn (hard crust on soil) and loaned our hoe to, or hoed for, four neighbors.  It didn't help much.  The corn seemed to run out of energy and some just didn't make it out of the ground.  We finished soybeans on Tuesday (16th) and started tearing up corn on the 17th for replanting.  I finished the last replant last night at 10:00.  Just in time for it to get cold and rainy again!  We replanted 240 acres, the most I've had to do in my whole career!

During the heavy rains the last Saturday night in April, we came home to find water on the floor under where the office/"breezeway" attaches to the house.  The wind drove it through where the roof joins the main house.  That was only the second time I ever remember that happening.  We then made a late night run up to church to check the sanctuary exterior exit doors for water leaking in (which has happened before in heavy rains).  Fortunately all was dry.  I left some absorbent socks by each door just in case.

This was our last field to plant soybeans in.  It would have been a beautiful sight if it were not for the  fact that it is a field of weeds.  Our field of weeds.

A hawk lifting off the corner-post as I came near.

A bald eagle stopped in to watch my progress.

I also chased a coyote out of the weeds, interrupting his nap.

Uncle Bill died this week.  He was on hospice, so it was not unexpected.  We were able to spend some time with him at their 70th anniversary open house three weeks ago.  It's unfortunate that it often takes a visitation/funeral to get family together, but it was good to see everyone and rejoice in Uncle Bill's victory.  At his visitation this evening, his jokes were being shared freely, and new ones were being made up.  Some may have started with; Uncle Bill is standing at the Pearly Gates and he says to Saint Peter . . .

After visitation, we headed to Carli Anna's graduation party.  The food was good, the house was packed, and the fellowship was good.  Lot's of family coming to town this weekend for this party, the funeral, and Troy's baptism on Sunday.  It will be a busy weekend.

And the twelve gates were twelve pearls: every several gate was of one pearl: and the street of the city was pure gold, as it were transparent glass.
Revelation 21:21