Tom called me from the field recently and asked me to take these photos for him. I obliged and decided to hijack his blog to share them since his page has been a little lonely . . . and since he hardly has time to share them himself.
Crops face a myriad of potential calamities—even on a good year. The wet spring we had (evidenced by the standing water in the photo above) caused a problem we are usually unfamiliar with in this dry country—rust. Rust is a fungus that can be sprayed to slow the growth of if caught early on, but unfortunately it doesn't usually show its ugly head until the wheat is already tall and lush. Farmers hate to make tracks in that lovely wheat with their sprayers. They also hate to get stuck in the mud.
Thus, this predicament caused many farmers to turn to air spraying (crop dusting) this year.
On this sunny morning we enjoyed watching the spray plane as he sprayed my uncle's neighboring field.
They came unbelievably close to the house as they made their turns back and forth, and unbelievably close to the ground as they passed over the field. Lets just say that you couldn't pay me to ride with one of those pilots. And Tom would probably do it for a living if he could. If his wife would stop freaking out about the possibility of him crashing in a small-engine plane.