Letters From Home (11) The Storm
It's been a busy here, not just for me, but it seemed like every
farmer was working hard yesterday harvesting soybeans as if
the beans were all about to disappear! That's not too far from being
correct, because we are expecting at least four days of rain along
with pretty stiff winds.
The beans won't disappear if they're not brought in and put to
bed in their giant bins, but it will be quite some time before
they will be dry enough for harvesting again. The dry days of
autumn will return soon enough, it's just a matter of time.
Farmers have to be patient: sometimes they're waiting for rain,
sometimes they're waiting for the rain to stop. Maybe it's not
patience, maybe it's just being realistic, things are what they
The people who live here between ocean and bay are the same way,
they patiently await a storm called "Frankenstorm" by some
who want to make entertainment out of very serious business. We
wait for days of hard rain, days of constant wind. We wait for
the electricity to go off, for trees to fall under the weight of
rain and wind. We wait for the end of the storm with the
patience of the reality that it WILL end and that days will go
on afterwards. We take what is handed to us and try not to
imagine what might be handed to us.
You know, big meals are best consumed in small bites, the same
goes for storms and life.
I'm about ready for supper!
All my Love,