This is how I feel today: a tired sunflower, with a drooping head and petals of energy fallen and scattered.
We baled hay yesterday, and because there are chances of rain, the farmer decided we would wrap the bales. Of course that means late hours with lots of travel across rough fields and at times I think, surely I will die from "shaken head syndrome". We ate supper after 11:00 and when I went to bed I was too tired to fall asleep right away. I keep looking forward to the day when the farmer thinks enough is enough and cuts back on some of the farm work.
When the farmer pulls out of the field with the last load, I drive the loading tractor home, a lot of the time after dark. Now I know the field backward and forward in the daylight, but in the darkness things can get out of place, and tractor lights don't give a far range of vision. We come out of the field, downhill, across a low water bridge and a big snag tree is our sign post of sorts to tell where the crossing is located. One particular night the farmer had already crossed the bridge and his lights weren't visible to me when I started home. I drove toward what I thought was the place to cross but couldn't find it; all the edges of the field looked the same in the dim lights of the tractor and there seemed to be lots of snag trees. I kept driving along the edge of the field, searching, searching; soon I realized I was going in the opposite direction, turned around and found a tree at the edge of the field that I knew was just before the crossing, and slowly, slowly found it. What a strange feeling to be lost! I had begun to think I'd just have to sit in the field until someone came looking for me. Of course I felt stupid to tell the farmer. Someone should tie a white flag at that crossing! Last night the farmer waited for me to come up behind him before he drove on.
When I grow so tired and think of how much we do at age 73, these verses from wise King Solomon come to mind:
Yea, I hated all my labour which I had taken under the sun: because I should leave it unto the man that shall be after me. And who knoweth whether he shall be a wise man or a fool? yet shall he have rule over all my labour wherein I have laboured, and wherein I have shewed myself wise under the sun... Ecclesiastes 2:18-19
Think about it!