It’s now the middle of August and it’s haying season. Everywhere you go in rural areas there are bales of hay ready to be moved or cut hay on the ground ready to be raked and baled.
We had a good rain on Saturday and it’s kept the temperatures lower than they have been which is a blessing. We’ve had quite a bit of rain this season and many hay growers will get two cuttings this year. The smell of fresh baled hay is everywhere. Before we know it the sun will be setting before 8 pm in Texas, part of the slow progress toward Autumn and cooler weather.
Brad and I are looking forward to the cooler, dryer evenings so that we can spend time out at the farm visiting with Audrey and David and the kids. When Audrey was little we spent part of every weekend at the farm with her grandparents and her aunts. I’ve been thinking of her Aunt Linda, Lindy as we called her, Brad’s youngest sister who would have been 64 on Saturday. She died suddenly on July 25, 2005.
The big hay field was cut and baled a few weeks ago and later, when the weather cools off this fall, our hay guy will be back to mow as much of the farm pastures as he can in an attempt to reclaim what is going to brush and weeds. We need more good pasture for the livestock. We also need to get the same thing done on the property where we live and cooler weather is the best time to mow.
I spent a good bit of my time mowing pasture when I was young enough to be up and down off of the tractor. It was hot, sweaty work and best done in the fall if possible. I loved being out in the fresh air and sunshine and I owe all of that to the brown spots all over my hands and arms because I didn’t wear long sleeves outdoors back then. Live and learn!
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