This has been an amazing couple of nights for deep dark starlit nights filled with stars just tumbling from the heavens. Of course, you have to be awake and outside to see all of this, but it is just beautiful! Then I had to get all philosophical and try to wrap my brain around how far it is from where I am to the next star and how far it would be from there to the NEXT star I can’t even see (gave up on that–my brain doesn’t stretch that far). Then I sidetracked myself off to the concept of life and death and how a shooting star has done both and here I was seeing something that had happened how many thousands of years ago and just now managed to make it into my view? and for how brief of a time? And then how the eternal clock really is different than an Earthly one….which was just too much deep thinking for me.
Driving into work super early yesterday (I had to go into work early to cover the office/pick up Mock for a shoot up in the Tower/get lessons mailed out/finish up my GED social studies unit—which was way more time consuming than I thought). Working in the middle of the bottom of a lake bed, in a huge ag area is always a pleasure, no matter what I say when it is hot.
Something is always going on. Today, most everything is being harvested, so there is a fine film of dust, hovering a foot off the ground.
What isn’t being harvested is being tilled back into the ground, getting ready to be planted again. This is big farming and there is very little down time. When I was growing up, we couldn’t physically work the ground like this—there just weren’t enough of us.
But here, a crop is harvested, tilled up, amended, ripped, planted and the whole cycle starts up again. I’m sure not everyone notices but I do and that’s why I like living here in the big flat middle of nowhere.