Saturday, June 24, 2017

Routine

Keep out of ruts: a rut is something
If traveled too much, becomes a ditch.
                                              Arthur Guiterman


The sound of a soft steady moo floats through the window. The clock on the dresser reads 5:10. I get up to watch the routine. Every evening our cows come back home to sleep behind the house. I have no idea when they arrived after their adventures of the previous day. All I know is that they will be here every morning and I will see them if I get up early enough. If I am lucky, like this morning I will watch them exit the field behind the house to head into their day’s routine. Most days lately, I have not bothered to rouse myself out of bed. This morning the soft mooing soothed my soul and apparently held a story that needed to be told. My muse has not visited for a while, so I listen.


Yesterday, I drove to town to run some errands. I was shocked to see so much water on the fields. I had heard the rain on the roof, but it had lulled me to sleep and I did not think about the consequences of it.


It is the time of year where we should be out in the fields harvesting the hay. It is indeed ready. Actually, it has been ready for weeks now. The heads of the bromegrass and the orchard grass blows in the wind. Ideally, we would get the grass cut before this stage. The quality of the hay drops after the heads appear. In other words, it is all downhill from here as far as the best quality hay for our cows.

This season has brought rain, abundant amounts of rain. After the drought of last year, we were grateful. It appears to me that Mother Nature has been way too generous with her donations, in her effort to make up for last year.


As I was saying, my drive to town yesterday revealed the effects of too much rain. Corn fields, with their little sprouts of green in perfectly straight rows where the rays of the sun bounce between, are always beautiful. Soybean fields laid out in rows, fall wheat with heads that blow in the wind all of which now have puddles or in some cases lakes of water where geese and ducks swim around. Even those fields that are tiled drained struggle to keep the fields dry. Routines to plant early with hopes to harvest were delayed and in some cases have not happened at all. 

Some farmers did get fields planted early enough, (I have no idea how) and they are doing well. Some waited till their fields dried up and planted a bit later. Fields flooded and tracks of mud on the road tell a tale of routines broken or at least bent. Flattened fields of fall wheat tell the story of another night of heavy rain.


Haying is on hold for us. That is OK. We kept ourselves busy with things that are not our usual routine but oh so enjoyable. A visit from our granddaughter filled the days. The thought of the headed out grass in the soggy field that waits to be harvested did not enter my mind. My mind was full of tea parties, Lego building, walks to the tractor, chats with the cows and picking daisies.


Routines are meant to be changed and all will work out, in the end, I am sure. I did get to catch the resident Hummingbird having breakfast this morning. It was so worth getting up for.


The cows continue to walk down the lane like a parade. I have no doubt they will be back tonight to sleep outside our window. They will moo softly in the morning to either wake up or maybe not, the farm girl who has no set routine these days and lies in wait.


All in good time. Not everything is written in black and white and routines (or is that rules?) are made to be broken. All good sayings, I guess.


Later

15 comments:

  1. Routines are healthy....changing them up.....even better.

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  2. I love the photo of the cows strolling down your drive!

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  3. Farming is rarely easy. Worthwhile but rarely easy.
    Love that your routine changes involved beauty and love.

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  4. We are having the same difficulty to harvest quality hay as the rain constantly interferes. Machinery breaks down and this and that so we too do the best that we can. I'm hoping for good try spells of weather so the hay can be cut on time. All this rain make the grass grow at break neck speed and the window of opportunity goes by. We sell a lot of hay to horse people who don't have the fields and equipments to cut their own hay.

    Wishing you some decent drying weather so you can get your haying done for the cows.
    Hugs & smiles,
    Julia

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  5. Those green, green fields are so soothing to look at. LOVE the chubby little hand holding the daisies :)

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  6. What an enjoyable post about time in your farming life. A good read. Love the picture of the cows sauntering along the road. :-) I would enjoy hearing their gentle mooing.

    Happy Summer ~ FlowerLady

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  7. I'm a creature of habit, to the point where I feel anxious if routines change...I wonder when I got that way because I remember back in my "salad days", I was very spontaneous! I agree that Mother Nature is being very generous with the rain this season already. I keep thanking her but she keeps giving. :)

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  8. A change to a routine can be a good thing, life is meant to be switched up a bit so it doesn't get to run of the mill or as the young would say boring.............I don't do boring, don't have time to be bored

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  9. Haying was a bit of a mess around here with the tropical storm coming up from the gulf and dumping inches of rain all over us. Mother Nature is her own woman, for sure.

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  10. I am a creature of habit for sure but I love a good shake up every now and then!

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  11. There's been a lot of rain over your way most certainly by the look of your photos.
    Such a delight to be able to spend some time with your dear little one.
    It's nice to have a change of routine, and a little bit of a sleep in wouldn't go amiss for you either. Cheers B - all the best :D)

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  12. That sounds so heavenly - lying in bed and hearing soft moos. My early mornings are peppered with the hysterical crowing of Bunny, the rooster. Not at all soothing.

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  13. Miss B,
    Yea for fun visitors. Sounds like you've been having fun with your girls.

    Doesn't it seem like rain fall is feast or famine? I wish there was an equilibrium. We are severely dry. J and I have been scratching together some hay. One of our fields made six bales; it's a 60 acre field and J didn't cut all of it. Three of the six bales came out of a swale. That is the worst field thus far.

    They have released CRP acres for grazing and we are hoping that they will approve early haying of CRP acres soon. If we could hay all of our CRP (and sooner than later) that would be the difference between buying hay and having enough hay for the winter.

    I hope you and your Hero can get in the field soon. Think of all the bales you will make!

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  14. Must be soothing to hear that early morning mooing . . .
    Happy you had a visit from "Miss Little."

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  15. Waking to a soft, steady moo has to be better than an alarm clock. It does sound like you're getting last year's rain, as well as this year's. I hope you're able to get to your cutting soon. How nice to have that little visitor!

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