The thirsty earth soaks up the rain,
And drinks, and gapes, for drink again.
“Do you think I should cut that field of hay, correction, field of weeds beside the house?” My Hero asked.
“Yes, if it has any Murphy’s law attached to it, it may rain, and wouldn’t that be wonderful?” I quickly threw back at him.
“Yes it would”, he says with a smile.
So, he did.
It took a couple of days. He was going to rake and bale it to feed, as our cows need it but it did indeed rain last night. I slept to the sound of raindrops lightly bouncing off the roof. In the morning it was still raining, and I watched as the birds swam in the tiny puddles that were in the laneway.
And then, it stopped. It was not a lot of rain but it brought hope to all who have been waiting. I want him to cut more second cut hay, or should I say weeds, now.
The thistles, along with that horrible Wild Parsnip that grows on our lawn and in our pasture fields were probably very grateful for the little rain. If we are lucky, the grass can fight its way back. Maybe, the water holes captured some much-needed water for a herd of cattle that consist of dusty grey coloured cattle, the ones that used to be white. Yes, it has been a long couple of months full of watching the skies. Farmers, actually everyone, anxiously wait for any bit of moisture and for that blazing hot sun to disappear, if only for a few days.
We drove by a few houses in the suburbs and some rural ones, yesterday. Right in the middle of a row of some houses with lawns brown and crunchy and much similar to ours, there were some green lawns. I wondered if the people living in those houses knew they just look like the silly ones, wasting the water on something that will come back. Wasting water that people need to grow their food, which will be needed to get them through, and according to the Farmer’s Almanac an upcoming harsh winter. My cows would love to come mow your lovely lawn if it gets too long for you. That would be silly too because at this point in this drought I am sure they would really rather drink from a trough set in front of your perfectly manicured lawn house.
I am not going to go on about this. I am pretty sure the majority of us know what is the right thing here.
We were driving to an auction in our air conditioned truck when we passed those green lawns. It was so hot and humid out that I really did not want to go. But, with no air conditioning in our farm house, it sounded delightful to go for a drive and escape "the "melting of me". Yes, I am getting to that point.
There were quite a few others who must have had the same idea. The auction had many vehicles parked in front of it. As soon as I stepped out to go and see what was there, I knew we would not be staying too long. I felt so sorry for the family that had booked this date for an auction, never knowing that it would be so uncomfortably hot and miserable.
There were the young, and the old standing already early in the morning still sweltering heat. There was some tree cover, where the people tried to huddle. Apple trees partially loaded with apples but now also littered the ground, that needed rain and found it hard to cling to the trees, any longer. There were quite a few antiques but there was no farm machinery or tools that My Hero and I could imagine that we could stand in the heat to wait for. I do hope after we left, that others did not leave. Others who were stronger then we tried to be.
We drove near those burnt crunchy lawns, and those silly looking green lawns on our way back to our uncomfortably, closed up, dark but still very warm house. We settled in, to wait for the rain that was promised and the sun to go down.
I am happy that he cut the hay or should I say weeds. It now lies on the ground a little damp but not floating. We need more. Take care, everyone.