De peanuts, de peanuts!

The day has come. Finally.

The peanuts are being planted as we speak.

With two days to spare even before the crop insurance folks get cranky.

We have so focused on getting these seeds in the ground that everything else (besides the sunflower field) has been added to a mythical post-planting list.

"We've got to get the handles put on the outhouse doors."

Sure, once the peanuts are in the ground.

"We need to replace Mae's starter switch."

Sure, once the peanuts are in the ground.

"We need to find a buyer for our chili peppers."

Sure, once the peanuts are in the ground.

"We need to get the swamp cooler installed at the barn."

Sure, once the peanuts are in the ground.

"We need to get more than four hours of sleep at night."

Sure, once the peanuts are in the ground.

You get the picture.

I have a sneaky suspicion the great reprieve we've been anxiously awaiting isn't going to be all that great.