A long drive is a great opportunity to see stuff. Driving back from the trade fair in Melbourne I caught sight of a farmer on his tractor ploughing a field of red, dry soil. The field was flat and quite large and the dust rose up in a small cloud behind his tractor.
To me, the field looked empty, the ground too dry to produce anything green, but the farmer was preparing the land none the less.
On that long drive there was time to ponder: what thoughts do I have and what preparations do I make when times are dry; the in between times; the waiting times?