The rising sun pushes the nightshade upward as the new day dawns.

Nothing yet was stirring on this Sunday morning. a well deserved day of rest. The wheat recently harvested leaving the fields with a short Summer haircut...now they wait for the corn. I have heard it said how great it would be to be a farmer....kind of like a teacher...you only have to work at certain times of the year and the rest is your spare time to do whatever you want.

I beg to differ. In between seasons, the farmers in Southern Indiana and all across this nation are seen repairing tractors, corn bins, mending fences and tending the herds in anticipation of hopefully the next bumper crop. A farmers time is not his own...he is at the whim of Mother Nature...she smile on him and the family thrives. She frowns on him and the family suffers. The American Farmer has weathered rough times in the past...drought (The Dust Bowl of the great depression), floods, crop diseases and harsh winters.

The few family farms remaining in the U.S. stand now as a testament to the American work ethic. One of the few pure avocations left that at the end of a day...the family can truly feel good about all they accomplished...while Wall Street, Silicon Valley and Exxon Mobile make their profits and satisfy the shareholders.

The quiet deceit of early Sunday morning will soon become alive with the sounds of church bells and family gatherings on this mid Summer day of rest.