What the 60 mph wind gusts did to Brad’s irrigated corn:
It would mean more to you if I had a comparison photo, but that will have to wait for next year. Many of the ears blew off the stalks that are still standing and many of the stalks are just not standing anymore. The stalks even look pathetic because the leaves blew right off of them.
Farming is such a strange occupation. With crops you work hard and invest for months and get your one paycheck at harvest. Rightfully so, a lot of emotion is involved with harvest no matter how it goes. If you have the perfect year, you are thrilled. If your corn has had hail damage or been in an October hurricane that causes it to loose yield, you feel sad and/or disappointed. If it burns up, you’re devastated.
We’re in the a little sad and disappointed stage now, which is a perfect reminder to me that I love money too much. I feel bad for Brad because I want him to get the full benefit of the work he put in and for his dad because part of the yield on the field is his, but my real thought is that we lost out on money because of all the corn that won’t make it into the combine. We have multiple other sources of income and we don’t truly need it, but I still want that money. I’d be hesitant to spend it, but I’d be happy to have it.
Wind damaged corn is teaching me a lesson or two that I need reminded of often. The love of money is the root of all evil. Seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness. Invest in the eternal and not the things of this earth. God is my Provider. I already have abundantly more than I need.
I suppose I should be thankful for wind damaged corn.