*11* Chosen

*Grace*

In early April, the temperatures finally get warm enough to prep the fields. Using the tractor, I till, leaving a clean, firm seed bed I’m proud of. In the west acreage, I work in the eighty pounds of nitrogen per acre the beets will need.

The corn and soybeans need a different watering schedule than the beets, and after messing with the timers on the irrigation system for several days, I finally give up and decide I’ll manually run the water for them, rather than risk overwatering.

For the next month, Rob and I will be sharing a bathroom until he finishes the tile in his bathroom across the hall, then the tile in mine. While that's going on, the two of us have a war of politeness, each fighting over who showers last. I think he likes having the bathroom already warm, but I absolutely love saturating myself in the smell of his body wash, and since he usually has t