In spring, whenever storm clouds gather heavy with hail capable of ripping fragile crops to shreds, my Kansas-born mother always offers the same reflection: ''I'm sure glad I'm not a farmer anymore, depending on the weather, which is so undependable.'' In late summer, as the rains become scarce and harvests are endangered by horticultural thirst, there she is again: ``I'm sure glad I'm not a farmer anymore, depending on the weather, which is so undependable.''http://www.miamiherald.com/opinion/other-views/story/1053353.html

By Mary Sanchez -- Miami Herald

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