Off we go—early, early—-everything is planted now
Everything receives its own share of the water
Storm clouds build every afternoon—although, we have only received sprinkles so far.
Tractor work is slowing down but will build up again come haying season
A quick check at noon, to make sure all the siphon tubes are running.
Then as the summer golden hour arrives we head back out for the last set of the day
Finishing up just as the luminous violet turns into night
From our world to your heart,