
Basking in the sun



It’s remarkable to me that at eleven years of age, Kendal can still lay down with his rear legs splayed out like this for a minute, not the ten or more minutes that he sometimes does.

Kendal with his treat ball.

The same wheat field, late yesterday afternoon. Photo was taken with my PlayBook hence the indifferent quality. In addition to these two combines a third was in another part of the same field. Because there was a high likelihood of rain last night many fields were being combined, and that continued late into the evening. Here in my town we had three rounds of thunderstorms. Some farmers were probably working right up to, even into, the first downpour. To a farmer rain is more than the inconvenience it is to an urban dweller, more than even a flooded basement. Too much rain, too little, rain at the wrong time can mean little or no income.

I am fortunate to live in a small town and to work in a rural area. This wheat field, spread out in the hot baking sun, will be harvested in a few days. Rural life has its own pace and rhythm, slower than the fast sometimes frenzied pace of the city, more in tune with the weather. I am very happy to live the pace.