My beautiful field almost ready to be baled and now there is weather coming in early this afternoon. So I am going to try and get it baled and into the barn before the storms roll in. There are three fields like this. I cannot lose another lot. I think most will be well dry – I gave them an extra turn on the weekend. If they are a little heavy I will salt them and pack them loosely.
I have other things to tell you but they must wait while I fret about the hay.
Do you remember that dream I had years ago about a world where the clouds had strings hanging down from them. And as they floated past a person could grab the string and walk along with a big fluffly cloud in tow. Maybe to water your garden, or fill the water tanks or give you shade while you garden or rinse your shampooed hair.
Well, I wish I could be out there in the middle of the field today in my red raincoat and black red stripe gumboots watching that bad tempered jaggedy black flashing storm cloud snarling above me. And I wish I could catch its flying string and haul it away from my hay field – pulling with all my summer strength. Just to give the hay a little more time. Spiteful cloud.