This has been a strange twelve months weather-wise! A year ago we had drought and were worried that there’d be no rain to germinate the seed. Once the rain started it didn’t stop. My father always told me (regarding rain): “The ground is like a drunken man, the more it has the more it wants!” Judging by parts of the field we’ve been cultivating I can honestly say it’s had enough and it’s time to go home…

Cultivate,
Before too late,
Because the weather,
Doesn’t wait!

Don’t forget,
Ground is wet,
Oh my heavens!
Tractor’s set!

Back to farm
Raise alarm!
Pull me out?
Tractor back to barn!
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