Athletes talk about being in the zone. That perfect time in which everything they do is just right and it all clicks. The baseball is as big as a beach ball tot he batter. The hoop was as wide as the ocean to the basketball player. The goal posts were right up close to the place kicker. But what about the farmer? When does he reach his zone?
I reached mine yesterday. Let me explain. The weather was in the upper 60s, the wind was a slight breeze. The sun just enough to keep you warm but not burning you up. And the soil was just perfect for cultivating.
That last thing was the icing on the cake. Every time I put the tined weeder down, the soil just crumpled. The top layer shattered in every direction. The bed in which the weeds grew was blown up like an atomic bomb explosion. Yet my exertion was minimal, my actions very free of effort. The bean seedlings hardly moved yet all of the top layer of soil around them broke away. No mechanical device could have done a better job. Wow! Some days it just happens like that.
The job got done quickly and it was done right. It freed up time to do other things which is valuable right now considering that time during the week is precious.
These kinds of moments don't happen often. So when they do, I really enjoy them.