06/18/2026
Tuesday night felt like one of those evenings that remind us why we love this life.
The storm rolled through with all its thunder and deep blue clouds, and then, just as quickly, the sky opened up. A brilliant orange sunset stretched across the horizon, painting the whole farm in a glow that almost didn’t seem real. The contrast between the dark clouds and the fiery sky was enough to make us stop for a minute and simply take it all in.
Our old Farmall sat quietly beside the rows, waiting patiently for the next chapter. There are still tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, melons, and more summer squash to plant with the transplanter, but farming has a way of teaching patience. The low spots are holding water, and for now we’ll wait for the field to dry and the mud to let us back in.
Until then, there is plenty to appreciate.
The wheat nearby sways gently in the breeze, growing heavier and a little more golden each day. The rain that slowed us down today is helping tomorrow’s harvest. The tractor can wait. The plants can wait. And so can we.
Because that’s the way of the farm.
Storms come and go. Fields dry. Seeds get planted. Wheat ripens. Flowers get harvested. And every sunset, no matter how dramatic, reminds us that God’s timing is rarely hurried—but always beautiful. 🌾🚜🌅
