Sunday, August 4, 2013

In Which I Chronicle One Very Wet Potato Harvest

So it rained last night.  All night.  Well, at least since around midnight; I woke up to thunder and lightning and wondered if our apartment guests had shut the overhead doors, and so I wandered outside to shut them.  Just as I was coming back inside, it started raining, and apparently it has been raining ever since.  The driveway was flooded.  When the driveway floods at our house, its more than just water on our driveway, it is actually flooding.

We were fairly stuck, and then got a call saying that the streets were flooded in front of the church, so we didn't even feel bad about not making it to chapel.  So, what's a farm boy to do when he suddenly finds 4 extra hours in a day that he didn't think he was going to have?  Dig potatoes, what else?  The ground was so soggy, you could just reach into the soil with your bare hands and pull up the potatoes.  Or onions, or beets, or whatever.  I knew the kiddos would have a total hoot, and jump at the chance to have sanctioned muddy fun, and was I ever right about that!  Especially my second girl! She was loving it!!! It was raining on us the whole time, but not heavily, so it was just nice and cool.  Oldest boy just kept saying "It couldn't be a more perfect day for this!"  I accept and acknowledge this perfect day as a gift from God to a guy who otherwise was too busy to harvest his own potatoes. These extra 4 hours was just what we needed as a family... After the big hail week before last, I have a hard time making it home before 7 or 8:00, and I've been going in at around 4:00 or 5:00 in the morning, and 6 days a week; trying to catch up.  It was so refreshing to spend all day with my kiddos. 






 I love living in the country!! says 2nd girl!!





I think it was at this point that I decided that boots were totally unnecessary and committed whole hog to playing in the muck.  I just went native and embraced my "inner pig" and just started rooting through the mud looking for tubers...  M.D.B.B.  (Monkey Demon Bottom Boy, as he was named on our Great Ozark Adventure, the first) found some unpicked beets.