Farming can be cruel. Our carefully nourished soil produced a bumper crop, pampered all spring to keep it vegetative for our one-chance-only haying. Summer came early but the baler did not. Weeks went by before they mobilized, by then it was crap. We brush-hogged it. Then we went to chop it with the mower so it would compost better, the mower caught fire, incinerated it and about a half acre before the ace fire department snuffed the fire. We are done farming.
Farming can be cruel. Our carefully nourished soil produced a bumper crop, pampered all spring to keep it vegetative for our one-chance-only haying. Summer came early but the baler did not. Weeks went by before they mobilized, by then it was crap. We brush-hogged it. Then we went to chop it with the mower so it would compost better, the mower caught fire, incinerated it and about a half acre before the ace fire department snuffed the fire. We are done farming.
ReplyDeleteHow utterly depressing. I am sorry.
DeleteOh that is sad. Will it stop soon enough so the hay can be saved?
ReplyDeleteConner may have met his match in TWO maremmas. Such a disaster, rain on newly mown hay. I do hope you get enough sunshine to dry it out.
ReplyDeleteOh no!! That's devastating, and sad. I'm so sorry, Kris.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite photo -- only a head in the pond.
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