The back pasture on the Buntjer farm provides a cacophony of chirps, croaks, splashes and buzzing these days as the waters of Peterson Slough ever so slowly recede from the grassy low spots it flooded several weeks ago.
There are no four-legged bovines to care about the water-logged land; and the residents, for that matter, don’t mind much either. If it weren’t for the huge hatch of pesky mosquitoes, and the bevy of other flying and hopping insects, I’d consider spending a little more time out there in the back 40. In nature.
I’d watch the bullfrogs submerged up to their necks in the remnant floodwaters. Listen to nature’s music. Soak it all in. It is summer, after all — that time of the year when we should be outside doing stuff, whatever that stuff may be.
Except that heat and humidity has chased me back into the air-conditioned comfort of home all too often these past few weeks.
Isn’t it strange how one notices the heat and humidity going from home to work and back home again, but when it’s vacation time and you get to sit at the end of a dock with a fishing pole in hand, the heat and humidity are unnoticed?
It was nearly a month ago already that I was sitting on the dock, listening for the loons and waiting for the tug on my fishing line at a beautiful lake up north. Meanwhile, the farm and the rest of southwest Minnesota and northwest Iowa couldn’t seem to get a break from the rains.
Oh, we had rain up north, too, but we fished through the drizzle and lunched during the downpour.
In three days of fishing, my fillet knife got a workout with a bit of help from Mom. We made a mess of the fish cleaning shack and wished we could hire the work done so we’d have more time for the fun part — sitting on the lakeshore and reeling in panfish.
Like any other vacation, the time flew by. The work I’d intended to do didn’t get done because the farmhouse needed a bit of extra attention. Water-soaked basement carpets needed to be ripped up and tossed out. The Shop Vac needed to be operated. Furniture needed to be moved.
And lawns needed to be mowed.
Always, the lawns need to be mowed.
There’s rarely a dull moment, but that’s OK. It’s summer, and it’s time to get moving … or mowing.