The Old-Fashioned Way
This has been a difficult year to make hay, which needs dry sunny days between cutting and baling (or piling in the mow). One evening earlier this week I passed a field of spoiled (rained on) hay being burned. There were perhaps a dozen separate fires blazing like this one, tended by one Amish farmer. The ashes will sweeten the field.
Friday, August 11, 2006
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Funny how things will suddenly emerge from the dark recesses of memory. I am reminded of a time long ago whe we lived across the road from a dairy farm where I worked on and off for pocket money. When there would be a heavy dew or an evening shower, we would all race madly about the hayfield, (we were using tractors, etc., and not horses) re-tedding the hay to try to save it.
Sometimes it worked.
An interesting (perhaps) aside is that this Amish farm is fairly close to where Almonzo Wilder (of "Farmer Boy" fame) lived. I remember reading about him and other family members frantically sprinkling water on corn during the night in an attempt to protect it from a late frost.
Them city folk just don't know what they're missing.
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