It’s wet here.
I say that not as a surprise to anyone who lives in the state, but just as a matter of fact that has been hanging in the air for the past couple of weeks. Rain during the summer is depressing for many — but for farmers it becomes harder the more it continues.
The rains here started with evening thunder storms, which I have to admit I am quite fond of.
While the rains thunders on, the haying equipment has remained
silent — a source of great frustration for my husband and his father who live the old adage “gotta make hay when the sun shines” — No sun. No hay. No hay. No chance of taking time off at the end of the summer. Grumble, grumble, grumble.
At least the cows up the road are keeping my husband busy. The electric fence fix has tripped a couple of times, forcing my husband to again have to chase the critters. This is a source of paranoia for us after reading an article in the local paper — “Bad fences make for second court beef between Readfield, farmer.”
The article caused my husband to immediately look up livestock laws.
“Did you know that I had 24 hours to get the cows back in? I could have gone back to sleep that night!”
“Um. Sure you could have.”
“I’m just saying.”
We need sun. And soon.