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If April Showers Bring May Flowers… What Does a Week of May Showers Bring?
Here at Worth the Wait Farm, we love the old saying, “April showers bring May flowers.” It’s a comforting thought—nature’s promise that all those rainy spring days will eventually lead to blooming fields, bursting gardens, and lush greenery. But what happens when May decides to take April’s job a little too seriously and delivers a week of showers?
Well, friends, we have an answer. A week of May showers brings mud—so much mud. The kind that clings to boots, creates unexpected slip-and-slide moments, and ensures that every farm chore requires at least one extra change of clothes. It brings pigs with entirely new career aspirations, as Muddy McSnout and the gang have officially switched from agriculture to competitive mud wrestling. Chickens, usually opinionated and vocal, have been left questioning their life choices, quietly contemplating whether ducks had the right idea all along. Meanwhile, the potatoes remain buried, blissfully unaware of the chaos above ground, simply grateful they won’t be thirsty.
And then there’s the farmer, staring at every forecast in disbelief. “Partly cloudy with a chance of showers” has somehow transformed into “Actually, just showers. All day. Forever.” But the biggest transformation? The once gentle, peaceful stream that meandered through the farm has now decided to audition for whitewater rafting duty, roaring through the landscape with the force of a thousand confused raindrops. What was once a trickling creek is now a raging waterway, ensuring that anyone walking too close learns the true meaning of "stay back, or be swept away."
Despite the puddles, soaked boots, and the occasional need for a canoe to cross the fields, there’s something undeniably beautiful about this stretch of May rain. It’s feeding the earth, making sure our crops have the water they need, and hopefully setting us up for the kind of summer growth that makes all the hard work worth it.
So, we’ll take the mud. We’ll accept the soggy fields. And we’ll keep an eye on those pigs—because if they form a mud wrestling league, we at least deserve a cut of the profits. Stay dry out there, folks. And if anyone has extra sunshine to spare, we’re willing to barter.
