GOOD MORNING, FRIENDS

A REMEMBERAMBLE for Thursday, 3/5/26

Welcome to another Thursday, mi amigos. My goodness it is foggy out there this morning, if you must drive, turn your headlights on and slow down. Please don't outdrive your seeing distance. T.S. Eliot said that "April is the cruelest month of all," but I nominate March for that lofty title. I always refer to March's weather as schizophrenic. I will tell you this, I don't farm but I know it is a busy time for farmers. Getting ready for a new crop year is a lot of work and pulls money from the pockets at break-neck speed. Farming is a unique business in that, there is no daily nor weekly return on investment. A farmer may go months when his income stream dries-up even as his outgo stream is a class-six white-water rapid. Even as his/her ongoing expenses at home, and that of the family never slows. Putting a crop into the ground is not a guarantee of a harvest, and if there is a good harvest, prices may not cover the cost of producing it. Now and then though, all of the factors and inputs come together and allow a farmer to turn a good profit on a crop, but that return must be stewarded well, full in the knowledge that it won't be replicated anytime soon, if ever. This time of year is a time when good gardeners' minds and backs must work in tandem to get a garden at least planted in the mind, if not in the ground, quite yet. We say, "farming sure has changed in the last few years," but it has changed steadily as a constant since the industrial revolution led to the mechanization of farming. Farming for a living today though, is astoundingly expensive, and farmers are hog-tied with regulations, requirements and stipulations from seed producers' patents, equipment makers and their proprietary software, and the costs of such things as paying higher rents to cover the cost of irrigation which has become almost mandatory. Fertilizers and chemicals cost astronomical amounts of money, time, and training for using them in compliance.

Farmers are ringmasters, as well as trapeze artists, and work with no safety net.

Wow, it became a four ring circus when weren't looking! So, as always, pray for our farm families. By the way, this is one of my favorite images that I have thought of that Silas, my AI "guy" has produced from my ideas. Well now, let's see what else we want to discuss this morning, Ooh, ooh, did you see that orange moon the other night, no, I mean the one the night after the eclipse? It was bodacious.

My old phone camera did not do it justice, not even close.

The greatest screenplay in history is the night sky. It was written, produced, and directed by God. All we can do is look upon it in awe. When I see the space shuttle and lights from satellites, these little specks of light in our night sky, showing man's handiwork, as it lies between our eyes and our God's handiwork, I am made to contemplate the difference. Man's cluster of machines in our orbit, when juxtaposed with His creation are too miniscule to be considered. Our minds are not capable of quantifying God's universe, the works of His hand cannot be described, nor understood, in fact, scope, and number. Man's little array of lights in our sky, would die of embarrassment if they could comprehend the majesty of nebulas, stars, galaxies, dark matter, dark energy, star systems, black holes and event horizons, planets, star dust, electromagnetic wave emissions, galore, spread across a universe of gigantic size. Mean is the man who never gazed at the night sky in wonder...

Numbers 6: 24-26, KJV

we boyz three, babee conway, lil merle, & me