I farmed most of my life and we farmers as a group love to complain: too wet, too cold, to windy, too hot, too dry, etc. Heard a joke a while back about a farmer who had a perfect year. The crop went in in a timely manor, the gentle rains came when they were needed, the crop dried in the field with no losses and the yields were excellent. When asked about the year he had, the first thing he said was "ya, it was a good year, but it sure took a lot out of the soil!" Another gentleman I knew retired after 50+ years of farming and said "I never had two years alike, and I never had a year that I did like". Part of the fun (challenge?) of farming was to find a way to succeed while navigating all the forces against you.