Does Dark Matter

At night when the sun with all it’s environs are safely behind a few katillion tons of earth plants and animals more than sleep. We heal and dream and grow. For plants to grow properly, at least the plants that I invest in to grow, the darkness isn’t as important as the overnight temperatures. According to what I’ve been reading whilst it rains.

For a few days, with nightly lows down to the 60 mark things should be normal. What I’m wondering is will the next few days relatively lower than normal daily high temperatures be like saved up cools in the bank for the probable hotter days and nights yet to come? One thing’s for sure, they will serve that very same purpose for the psyche.

Kind of like a nap account. Take every nap you can have the luxury to get. So often times in the hustles and bustles we’re engulfed in there’s simply no time. Though I do remember a day long ago coming back from eating lunch at McClelland’s still open Dew Drop Inn that included an “illegal” (they never carded me) serving of my first frosted mug of draft beer. We’d been cultivating beans.

I hopped on my older brother’s John Deere G with the front mounted four row cultivator and started around the field across the road from the one we’d just finished before lunch. About a quarter mile in and around a corner with old rouge trees growing in it was my brother’s brother in law. Tractor shut off and fast asleep under the trees. Maybe he’d had a few.

Enjoy summer. Spring was unsprung at 5:07 am local time. We have three whole months of wonderful warmth to enjoy. Remember to rest. Dark matters. With what amounts to almost twice the daylight as the last solstice it’s easy to overdo it. Lots of liquids. Even if, especially if a few of them are frosty. You know what I mean.

See ya then, see ya there.

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Iowa is green and getting greener. Every year the transition from desert browns of winter to deep forest greens of summer is phenomenal. For about the next month, until the bigger half of Iowa that’s corn turns the almost milky white of corn tassels, we are soaring on the rain forest canopy as we undulate along the rolling hills’ back country roads. Those taking me home.

You don’t get the same sensation flying down the I-80 super slab, aka the king’s highway. Maybe that’s from the always present fellow travelers distracting you from everything except staying alive @ 80 mph in NASCAR bumper to bumper formations. There are long stretches of lonesome sanity between the islands of chaos if one drives a more sane 65 mph.

Your view will be reduced to the right hand side when the maniacs overtake you but that’s still a better view than 90% of the drivers with dirty looks on their face to your left. I still smile and nod. Their rage may be assuaged by my acknowledgement. They are usually more enraged by that speeding maniac on their rear bumper. Once they’ve chased them a while they seldom fall back.

But I digress …….

That’s my post. The beans are growing well in the near triple digit heat. I swear the corn grew six inches overnight. The government program has been adhered to and the paper work going to the crop insurance lady will allow one more summer trip across the fertile fields of home and back. Next? Iron. Hay. Trees. In that order.

Then, there.

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