Every man’s task is his life-preserver.
George Barrell Emmerson
What a long weekend this last one was. The push was on to finally get this haying thing out of the way, the weather was co-operating and My Hero and I were very determined, there was nothing to stop us now.
It all started late Friday afternoon when My Hero cut hay in two of those back fields that have been patiently waiting for the heat required and the rain to stay away. Saturday morning he was up bright and early to cut the rest, we were going to get this done no matter what, I truly think he was more determined than I. Auction season was dwindling and there was that whole wedding thing to think about, OK not more than I, I was getting “antsy” as my Grandma used to say.
Saturday morning I took a little trip which I will tell you about on Friday while My Hero was cutting but it was all about the haying business from then on for both of us. Saturday early evening My Hero after cutting all day went back to rake those fields cut on Friday, the weather was co-operating perfectly, finally. I made my way back and baled and baled. The sun was setting when I finally decided the rest could wait till morning. On my way back up I dropped one of those fresh bales for the girls, they were so excited and munched, munched till it was gone.
Sunday at 12PM I went back to bale what I had not finished from the night before and then I had to head across the swamp and through the bush; oh I love that part. I headed to find My Hero who was quickly raking those last four fields. I started baling. Meanwhile I was getting tired and constantly thinking of that crockpot I had left on in the kitchen counter cooking dinner. I had been baling quite a while now, (it was now 4PM) only because I kept having breaking twine problems requiring rethreading the baler over and over, taking so much longer than I thought. This was when all sorts of things ran through my mind. Farmgirl worry, but I kept going and going, concentrating on those seagulls far from the sea circling over my head and my stopping to pick up turkey feathers (some things never change). We were going to be done today no matter what, oh yes keep focusing on the finish line, I kept telling myself.
I have to tell you the part about how my baling hay skills differ from My Hero’s skill at this point. You see I bale much slower than My Hero, in my defense since I am usually alone baling I always take my time as to not break something on the baler that I could not possibly fix. My Hero used to always say “You know you can put it into a higher gear and finish much faster” oh yes he used to say that till I snapped a roller in half one year then he stopped saying that. True story.
This slower pace was no different this time, except for the fact that My Hero was now done raking all the hay and was now watching me bale, I am pretty sure it was torturing him watching my cautious slow pace. So while tying then dropping a bale, I watched him walk up to the tractor and signal with his hands “Want me to bale” (yes I can read his hand signals, there has been lots of practise). I shook my head yes knowing he baled twice as fast as I do and we could finally be done. Not to mention the fact I was tired and that chicken in the crockpot was probably done at least an hour ago. It was now 5:30PM.
Long story short I went home relaxed, and knit another hat while he baled and baled. Do I feel guilty about him doing all that work? Possibly, but we needed to get done. He (always my hero) after two more hours came up to tell me the magic number of bales 721 then we both ate overcooked chicken while smiling ear to ear.
So, we are now done, at least first cut. Happy cows, happier farmers…. life is good. Now, on with the wedding prep and My Hero tells me there is an auction next weekend. I shall have to think about that one while wondering if there is a ladder there, if you know what I mean.