No wind makes for him that hath no intended port to sail into.
Michel Eyquem de Montaigne
While sitting here at the kitchen table and after finishing a very hurried slapped it together supper and after getting those pesky dishes out of the way I watch as My Hero makes his way around one of the many large fields of hay we have to do, this is the start of something that will take us weeks, if the weather co-operates.
When he gets to the bottom of the field I cannot see him, not because it is so far away but for the mere fact that one month of extra growing time has fed and nourished the grass to be thick and bountiful, surpassing the tractor in height. I must make sure I rush out to take some photos because this may never happen again; we are fighting Mother Nature at this point and although dry weather is predicted all this week we honestly never really know, do we? It’s haying time and everything else will be on hold as long as the weather holds. And I mean everything.
No more wedding planning and the prepping that go with it, even though that big day date is looming and there is still much to do. There will be no more leisurely lunches with my Mom and our getting lost on a road named Irish but her telling me with all the Irish in our blood we would indeed be OK, then both of us laughing out loud at the idea of that. Oh I am going to miss that part the most for at least a little while, unless Mother Nature “Takes a wrong turn at Albuquerque” as Grandma used to say. I have no idea why it would be Albuquerque I was thinking Winnipeg but that is what she used to say, so I keep that line if for no other reason than the love of fond memories. OK Mother Nature I need your help now.
I am guessing by now you are wondering about all the panic. Well, the wedding is in August and have you noticed the calendar? (Get it now?), I have no idea how we can possibly pull it all together with this one month delay in haying, but I have been assured by other Mothers of the Bride that they have done this all before and survived all kinds of dilemmas.
There is actually a tale of one poor Mother of the Bride (I will not mention any names) going without a shower on the big day because she was too busy getting those last minute forgotten things done and simply ran out of time.
This rumour leaves me wondering if black dirty grease covered fingernails will be considered my nail polish and that “Little dab will do you” blue grease probably smeared in my hair will go with my navy blue dress. I have visions of running from a freshly baled field two minutes before the bride is to walk down the aisle and pulling off those dusty, dirty, greasy coveralls, and because I was thinking ahead and just in case my pretty dress is already on underneath. It may be a bit wrinkled but I will look smashing. I may have to ask My Hero where he hides that fancy golden coloured grease just in case.
I also wonder if I will possibly be able to use my beautiful coloured heritage pumpkins, those Speckled Swan Ornamental Gourds and those two different varieties of colourful Sunflowers that I planted for the big day and are already fighting for space with those weeds that also tower over the tractor from all this rain we have been getting. It has been a banner year for growing things that is for sure. I really think the tricky part of this will be to find what had been planted. Oh yes I am assured all will go well and I will remember this upcoming day forever.
Well I look forward to the challenge and if you have any advice about how to keep relatively sane during this whole Mother of the Bride thing and the haying one month late thing, I am open for suggestions.
I have to go now; it is going to get very busy very fast and I have some beautiful photos to capture. Wish us luck.