Got a bunch of oats and rye planted yesterday. Understand, when I say a “bunch” we’re talking micro-scale here. After all, this is my “planter”:
It was widely reported that rain was coming. So I rushed around with the rear-mount tiller and the seeder and the old bed-spring (drag it behind the four-wheeler so as to flip a little dirt over the seeds so we don’t have so much bird loss) (chickens stay in the pen during all this) and felt quite self-congratulatory as I stowed all the equipment just as the first raindrops were hitting spatter-pat on the steel cone roof of the old corn crib.
Then I wake up this morning: Apparently the rain quit at spatter. Dusty dry this morning.
So now I’m back at the desk, playing this over and over just in case.