I woke up at 3:00 this morning when Dallas, the vicious rat terrier, jumped on my head trembling. The crack of thunder shook the house and lightening lit up the sky. I calmed Dallas for a moment, then jumped out of bed to close up all the windows I had left open. I was thankful for the thunder waking us when I realized how much rain was coming in the house.
Had this been last year in my suburb home, it would have been the end of my concerns. I’d have crawled back into bed, cuddled the dog and soon been snoring away content under my blanket. But that’s not my life now. Instead I thought about the baby goats at Pam’s. This is their first storm. Were they shaking and trembling like Dallas? Where were they sleeping? I was guessing all four moms and the slew of kids were all hunkered down under the hay loft. Part of me wanted to jump in the truck and go check on them.
And the sheep? Were they able to get into the barn and get out of the rain? They’re supposed to get sheared on Sunday. Can you shear a sheep when it’s wet? Will it dry by then? It’s crazy how many questions you don’t know you have until something happens. Then I wondered if Pam was laying awake as well, or if she had already thrown on a raincoat and was at the farm checking on them. Farmers worry like that. All the time. I know when I have my goats and guineas here at my farm I’ll be out there all the time. I’ll probably never sleep again.
Then it hit me… the garden! I just got seeds in the ground. Some as recently as yesterday. I was actually excited that we were supposed to get some rain, because I didn’t need to water it last night. However, I really don’t know that the garden soil drains well enough to handle this downpour. Without a lot of established roots to steady the plants, will they all just wash away? Oh crap. The hours I’ve put into that garden. Will I have to start all over again?
It’s now 8:26 and it’s still coming down in buckets. I venture out to the garden to assess the damage. Looks like half of it is under water. I’m in tears. There’s a small river running through the herb bed, washing away everything. Half of my tomatoes are under at least an inch of water. I guess we’ll see if they survive. I’m beginning to wonder if the garden should move to a new location next year. Or perhaps raised beds? Sigh…God’s plan is bigger than mine. I’ll stay positive and see what happens. Hoping these little seedling are stronger than I give them credit for.
At least I got a lot of the mowing done yesterday when I saw the forecast for rain. With 6+ hours of heavy rain, I’m guessing the yard will be too soggy to do much mowing this weekend. I am quickly learning that so much of farming is completely out of my control. I need to go with the flow and find the good…this will be a good drink for all the pecan and fruit trees. It will raise the pond level. It will help to wash away any aphids on my garden veggies (if they don’t float away). And tomorrow the ground will be so wet, that I can pull weeds easily. Keep smiling!