Rain and Smoke

We’re wet, and we’re rolling. The fields are drenched outside the window right now. There’s standing water in the carrot beds. Puddles in the driveway. Mud in the living room. It traveled a long way to get here – from on the coast of Brazil or somewhere, and it took its own sweet time in coming, but glorious rain has been falling from the sky all day, and things are greener already.
It comes just in time to loosen the soil a bit, because the other momentous event of the day is the resurrection (again) of the tractor. New pistons, new fuel pump, new about everything else, and it started right up. We’ve been about tractorless since a certain little fire incident a while back, but we seem to be rolling again.