Experience has taught me,
when the versions of the same story given by two wire services differ materially,
to prefer the less exciting.
Elmer Holmes Davis
My half open eyes stare at the clock with its red numbers, 4:37 a slightly cooler breeze blows through the open window a bit of relief from the stifling heat and humidity of the last few days. Debating whether to get up or remain lying in relative comfort under the fan I remember it is Canada Day, and the fact that it is a holiday so My Hero will not have to go to work off the farm today. It has been an incredible weekend, four days off spending time together, working; it is that time of year and there is always so much to do on and off the farm. “No rest for the wicked” comes to mind something my Mom used to say all the time.
We have yet to start haying with the unpredictable pop up rain storms that sneak up and pounded the standing hay into the ground. We ideally need three good drying days to make sure the hay is just right and we have not had that, so we wait hoping it will come. I seen bales all over the county yesterday when we went out to buy parts at the tractor store and I wondered how they could have possibly gotten it off without trouble, the rain is spotty so maybe they were just lucky. Trouble, oh yes it can be that time of year too. I climb out of bed.
Walking into the kitchen and with the windows open just a crack those familiar sounds of the early morning rush to greet me. The robin’s song, the mooing of a mother calling her calf as the herd heads to the bush after staying just behind the house all night as usual (I always think that they like to stay close to us), the cooing of a mourning dove, and those new to us sounds of gigantic cawing ravens that now sit on top of the barn every day, I open the windows wide letting it all in enjoying every sweet sound. A breeze rushes in from the semi dark; it appears I have beaten the sun this morning. I put a pot of coffee on.
I sit at the table and start to write, this is my favourite time of the day. My Hero is still sleeping that is unusual but we have been so busy I am happy he is getting some rest. A shrill ring echoes through the house, I run to the basement stairs knowing it is the smoke alarm downstairs wondering to myself what now. Placing my hand on the door it feels cool so I throw it open and rush down the stairs. Thankfully there was no smoke, I can hear heavy footsteps above my head, My Hero is awake now. It seems the smoke detector does not like this humidity either; I struggle to get the battery out. Trouble comes in many forms; this makes me wonder what today will bring.
Yesterday we drove by brother B’s on our way back from buying tractor parts and we could see his round baler sitting in the driveway of his son next door, it was open near the garage, never a good sign, we pulled in to see if there was anything we could do to help, OK not my help but My Hero’s. Brother B always has a beautiful smile no matter what is going on in his world and the three boys gathered round the machine figuring out how to fix the little or possibly big problem that was going on. Haying season will always bring surprises and having the skills to fix things yourself is a great asset in this farming business.
I wandered off to take photos of the lovely barn and their two friendly dogs kept me entertained while I played. I could see the boys with their heads all in and under the machine and their laughter and strategizing echoed through the air, I always love watching them interact. After a while we bid goodbye and headed home, I think they figured it out. They, like we have lots of hay to get in this year, it seems to be a very productive season; breakdowns have never been our friend this time of year. I thought of the battery we just installed in our own tractor that cost $410. Oh yes it can be an expensive time of year.
When we did get home we could see Girl standing in the field mooing, calling her calf, the calf she had two days ago, it appeared all the other cows and calves were there and with it being a newborn we headed into the house and got dressed to go into the bush and search. I donned my Pink Cadillac’s, a hat and long pants knowing we would be searching through the prickly ash bushes and the under growth of the bush in the heat and humidity, this is where they usually hide their calves to protect them. We headed out to the bush not knowing what we would find but hoping for the best.
Yes trouble seems to come in many forms some small some large but that is what “Keeps us on our toes”, another Mom saying. The coffee is ready now, I wonder what this Canada Day holiday will bring hoping it will be an easy one I am exhausted.