10:00 am, September 4, 2012.
Time to harvest. 144 acres of seeded wheat crop. Waiting to be combined. And then sent to parts of the world in relief of hunger and famine.
I headed 5 miles west and 2.5 miles north to be there. As I approached the field I could see the rain gathering. I had seen a rainbow on the way – not a good sign, in this case.
A small smattering of raindrops hit my windshield as I stepped from the car. Soon my jacket was also spotted with water. The radar had shown the possible clouds coming slowly. Apparently the upper winds pushed them along faster than expected.
A quick swath of an acre or so was about all that got done. The rain continued to fall and an early lunch was arranged. The hope was to eat and then return to the fields if the rain was just a touch and not a complete downpour. Then, start the engines and harvest the crop!
Didn’t happen. Not yesterday. Probably not today.
“It will happen” – as the harvesters optimistically told me. As the saying goes – God’s timetable is not always our timetable.