I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. I've been in a funk all day. And it didn't get any better when I headed out the door to take the kids to daycare. I was greeted by a downpour.
This is one of our wheat fields. It doesn't look so great. The dots on my lens are rain drops. All of this rain hit as we have ONE field left to plant. ONE. Just ONE. And at this point we may have to abandon the acreage, meaning we won't plant it. I can't think of the last time we didn't get all the crop in. To say it's been a frusterating year is to say Noah had just a little bit of water under his ark. At this point, I'm starting to understand what Noah had to deal with.