Too Much Information

So I took a blogging break. Could you even tell? Ha!

Do you ever feel like you've received so much new information in your life that your head may explode.

So you shut down?

That's where I am right now.

Shut down.

I generally err on the side of too much information, so this is not like me. I tend to roll my eyes at cryptic Facebook posts. JUST SAY IT, I proclaim. As a child, I detested the "I have a secret, and can't tell you" aspect of third grade girl drama (and to this day, despise it through some of my adult relationships). I generally tend to share most of my life's goings on, because that's who I am. I've never been considered mysterious.

Lucky you.

However, for now, we have to be somewhat annoyingly cryptic. I will update you all in a timely manner, as it's all good things, just overwhelming.

End of cryptic and annoying aspect of this post, and on to more farm-y updates.

The planter has been set up on and is sitting in the lot, ready and waiting.

The ground has been Turbo Chopped.

Anhydrous has been applied.

It's been b-e-a-utiful here, thus helping soil temperatures get to almost ideal after this crazy winter. So, we're ready. As I have mentioned in previous posts, the farmers in this operation have a bit of a superstitious bone, and didn't want to start on a Friday (thus our version of the "Last Supper," burrito style, in town), really didn't want to start on the Saturday before Easter, because then you'd have to work on Easter Sunday because it was just as beautiful, but who wants to work on Easter Sunday?

So, today.

Maybe.

It's a little overcast, and there's a chance for rain this afternoon, but maybe today.

Maybe today, we'll have the chance to start new. Another year. Another growing season, chock full of possibility and hope that this will be a "normal" year. Another time where we eat ham sandwiches out of coolers, see Joe for 15 seconds at a time, and try to keep Jack from stowing away on one of the tractors as they pull out in all their glorious massive size, deep green on tracks…a little boy's dream.

For now, I would appreciate grace as I wade through too much information, too little time with my husband, and too much opportunity for mischief with my seasonal single parenthood status.

Thanks for continuing to read, despite my spotty blogging presence. I do appreciate all of you.