Flood to a Trickle

The storm has nearly passed. The raging waters of the planting season have slowed to a mere trickle. The dragon is laying down with slow measured breaths. If you understood any of that then you'd know that things are almost done. We're into spraying now, then side dressing, then the ratings really take flight. It never seems to slow. But the planting is the most stressful part, without success there, there can be nothing else. So we did a good jag today. There is only two passes left for now. I left some empty space intentionally to have flexibility to do somethings later in the year to show different things in terms of demonstrations. This must be similar to what the end of a great war is. The main bit of fighting is done, the war is all but over. There just remains a few small pockets of resistance that are holding out. Some areas that haven't received word that the war is over. They keep plugging away, business as usual. Did you all think about the Japanese men on the island that kept on their guard, in full war gear, for decades after the last World War ended? You did didn't you? I subtly drew you down that path. Not for any reason, just to see if I still could. The magic is still there. I can keep trucking on, knowing that is there when I need it. Have a special day!