This is a sight a blueberry farmer doesn't like to see. Bushes drooped over from the weight of the ice, branches broken off and way too much water on the field after 11 hours of irrigation.
We, however, had no gliches in power or well function and our weather station kept us on top of the conditions. What's more important, though, is knowing our family and friends were praying for us and our Father cares for us and has it all under control no matter what the outcome.
I might add that none of this happens without a husband with real farmer genes that willingly waits for the alarm, suits up for the cold and then patrols the raining field for a sprinkler not doing it's job.
This may or may not include unclogging a frog with a wire while his guts are spraying all over him in freezing weather. Then he catches a few winks and does it again around 4:30 am to make sure all is going well.
You know what, I changed my mind. These pictures are a beautiful sight. Thankyou, Lord, and thankyou, my farmer man, for saving our crop.
