There is at least one thing that separates agricultural people from their office-working brothers...the weather.
How
often have you seen the local anchorman turn to the local weather girl
and say, “Gosh, Marsha, that’s really good news! I’m sure getting tired
of this rain!”
What’s he getting tired of? Having a soggy
newspaper on the porch? Having to wear his goulashes from the office to
the health club? Postponing the wearing of his new all season
Nikes? He’s probably not gettin’ any tireder of it than the feedlot
cowboy sloggin’ through the pens in hock deep mud. Or the Iowa range hog
man slidin’ his feed wagon along the bank of the north pasture.
But
somewhere, out beyond the cattle guard, a farmer’s standing at the edge
of a quarter section of winter wheat, watchin’ it rain and smilin’.
A
skiff of snow, a two inch rain, five days of hot and dry, a four foot
drift and minus twenty-five wind chill factor are like person to person
calls to someone whose livin’ depends on the weather. When the big city
weatherman’s map has a yellow sun with a smiley face that covers the
Louisiana Purchase, you realize how far from nature some parts of our
civilization have been removed!
Great skiing weather can often be
translated to baby calves on the kitchen floor, frozen water lines and
chopping ice. Gentle April showers can keep tractors out of the field,
chronics in the sick pen and bankers in a frenzy!
Farmers and
ranchers are students of the sky. They spend a lifetime lookin’ for a
blue horizon or black clouds. It’s bringin’em luck; sometimes good,
sometimes bad.
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