I guess the rain dancers got really serious and prayers were sent high enough.

It did rain enough to make puddles. Now, there is assurance that there will be days and days of labor swathing, raking and bailing the hay that feeds the cows that provide the main course of the American diet.  Maybe there will be fewer days of labor fighting wild fires. My labor quota just increased, the grass is growing  and will require mowing soon. The dust clouds will be lessened, the fields will stop blowing away. [for a day or two anyway] Now, we go on and worry about hail, lightning and continued drouth.

The apple and cherry trees are in bloom, the garden is being planted. Life goes on.  The circle continues and we live for another crisis.


It Rained

Well, it rained………..

There has been little or no substantial for two years here in our little corner of Montana. It is dry and a topic of conversation at each encounter.

Farmer/Rancher conversations go like this

Farmer John: It’s dry

Rancher Clint: Yup

Farmer John: Well

Rancher Clint: Rained in South Dakota

Farmer John: Yup

Rancher Clint: Sure’s dry

Farmer John: Yup

Rancher Clint: creeks dry

Farmer John: Yup ………..

Rancher Clint will go home and recount this conversation by saying “I spoke to Farmer John and he told me that nothing is going to grow if it doesn’t rain soon. South Dakota is getting it all”

Farmer John will recount the same conversation by saying “I spoke to Rancher Clint and he told me that he can’t move the cows to summer pasture if it doesn’t rain soon. South Dakota is getting it all”

What, The rain dancers weren’t serious enough?  The prayers weren’t sent high enough?

Guess beggars can’t be choosers. It did get cooler, at least the wind stopped. The river is still low, the ground is still dry, the fire danger is still high and we need more rain the soil is still powder dry a 1/4 inch down. “It rained a whole 1/10 of an inch and a 1/2  on the rain gauge” was the reported findings soon after first light   [I didn’t try to figure it out] .

I drove an octogenarian to town yesterday to accomplish two things. One) get the hearing aids fixed. Two) get a pre-need burial plan established so “those kids can’t burn me”.

It rained on the way to town and it rained on the way back from town, it didn’t rain much at home.

These conversations between ranchers and farmers are comical sometimes  and the information they exchange through Yup’s and Well’s is extraordinary. The comments of the elders are hilarious most of the time, they don’t flow through social filters anymore.

I am taking lessons from these special breeds of people. I have to work on my small talk and reduce it to Yup’s and Well’s.  I am going to take full advantage of being 80 plus, if I am so lucky. They have earned the right to speak their mind, and they do.