Seeding is underway across the province. My husband is a farmer, so he spends countless hours on the tractor at this time of year, trying to finish up the fields. His lunch is packed, the tank is full and the radio is tuned to 620 CKRM, the voice of rural Saskatchewan.
I had met for lunch with my mother-in-law, when she told me that she had heard a very familiar voice on the radio earlier that morning requesting a song. It was one we both recognized well. It was my husband’s voice. He called in and requested the song “I'm in a Hurry” by Alabama. The perfect theme song for farmers. The lyrics go like this.
I'm in a hurry to get things done
Oh I rush and rush until life's no fun
All I really gotta do is live and die
But I'm in a hurry and don't know why.
Don't know why
I have to drive so fast
My car has nothing to prove
It's not new
But it'll do 0 to 60 in 5.2.
Oh I'm in a hurry to get things done
Oh I rush and rush until life's no fun
All I really gotta do is live and die
But I'm in a hurry and don't know why.
Can't be late
I leave plenty of time
Shaking hands with the clock
I can't stop
I'm on a roll and I'm ready to rock.
Oh I'm in a hurry to get things done
Oh I rush and rush until life's no fun
All I really gotta do is live and die
But I'm in a hurry and don't know why.
I hear a voice
That says I'm running behind
I better pick up my pace
It's a race
And there ain't no room
For someone in second place.
I'm in a hurry to get things done
Oh I rush and rush until life's no fun
All I really gotta do is live and die
But I'm in a hurry and don't know why.
I'm in a hurry to get things done
Oh I rush and rush until life's no fun
All I really gotta do is live and die
But I'm in a hurry and don't know why.
I'm in a hurry to get things done
Oh I rush and rush until life's no fun
All I really gotta do is live and die
But I'm in a hurry and don't know why.
I'm in a hurry to get things done
Oh I rush and rush until life's no fun
All I really gotta do is live and die
But I'm in a hurry and don't know why...
You get the idea. Every farmer’s wife does.
Seems like we wait and wait and WAIT all winter long for the fields to be ready, only to RUSH out there once the snow melts. Every year, the panic sets in. Yet every year, the seeding gets done.
So, that's when the irony set in, or actually it ‘called’. It was my husband. He was broken down. He needed a part. Was it the universe’s way of telling him it was time to slow down?
