It is time to go in the water.
Water is good. You can start earlier, you can work right through a rainy day, and more berries are freed from the vines.
But you need water.
For days the pumps have been running. They are everywhere. They are in the picturesque pump houses, there are caterpillar tractors, there are diesel engines on flat beds standing naked by the fields. Fat hoses fill to their full thickness. Water spews out of conduits. Water spills over dam tops. Water is whipped by the winds off the bogs and down the trails. The ducks and geese and swans have broad new homes. The frogs are hopping and swimming, no longer confined to the ditches.
There is water everywhere, there is light everywhere, the berry pools are coming.