I decided the sheets needed to be held down a bit longer.
It’s haying time on the farm. We mowed a bunch of hay on Friday and then it all got washed real well on Saturday. So, we had to wait for it to dry out. A nice breeze helped to dry it all day Sunday.
Farmer started merging at 4:30 AM. Merging is raking rows of hay together and flipping it in the process which helps it to dry out enough to chop.
I used to feel sorry for any neighbors that would be woke up early when the tractors were whizzing by, but not any more. We are at God’s mercy when it comes to weather related activities. Besides, now that my kids are all grown up and I won’t be troubled by them waking up at 4:00 AM and fighting to get them back to bed, it’s no big deal.
Son #2 came behind Farmer a bit later and started chopping. By 1:00 PM the guys had merged, chopped, hauled and put into the silo 80 acres of hay. The 20 X 80 ft silo was 2/3 filled.
Now that the hay is off those 80 acres we will plant no till corn. That is planting corn into the ground without plowing, discing or any soil preparation. There are sharp blades that cut into the ground and the corn is dropped into the slice made in the dirt.
We have not planted any kind of corn for a few weeks. It’s been too wet and then the hay demanded attention. We will be getting back to the corn planter soon. About 300 more acres are waiting to be planted.
Son #4 mowed another 50 acres today in preparation for chopping tomorrow.
I saw him sharpening the blades to the mower by the shop. He was quite animated. I thought he was dancing with the bees. I was wrong. It was spiders, hundreds of green spiders that seemed to be auditioning for a future Spiderman movie. They were flinging and flying into the air by their web strings.
My two daughters-in-law and I have been busy planting flowers around the barns. It should never be said that barn yards are not beautiful places. We work extremely hard to show off God’s creation. There is just something about a blooming flower that gives you joy.
Daughter-in-law #2's personal touch.
Our little personal garden is laden with cow poop. It’s a delight to have that just outside your bedroom window. Today a friend brought over his roto-tiller for us to use. Farmer took one swipe with the chisel plow a while back and it disfigured the garden. The roto-tiller will get it back into shape for planting.
I have been printing off our farm handouts for my first farm tour of the year. Right now there are around 30 people coming give or take a dozen – at least that is the variables I’ve learned over the years. Next month daughter-in-law #2 will be hosting 200 from a public school.
That’s a catch up of what’s been happening around the farm lately. With the hot weather predicted I’m pretty sure it will be “same song, second verse” for the next few days. That’s OK though, we like that kind of music.
One of my favorite things to see - one of my BEBs.
Brown Eyed Bossies
