Thursday, when it was so hot and I found the chick and I missed the farmer’s market, the day started with my nephew coming to mow the bottom in the Back Forty to make my hay for the winter. He made one pass by (when I took this picture), and then I never saw him again. I finally sent him a text and asked if the mower broke down, and, sure enough, the clutch went out and he had to get a part for it.
As we talked, I suggested it was a good thing since we were going to get rain that evening and what he did cut was already nearly dry in the heat, and it would be hurt with rain. He checked his weather app, which didn’t say rain, and I checked my weather app again. It still said rain, and mine was correct. We got a little under an inch of rain that night.
Then we had another half inch the next night. I am glad that the mower broke. Today, the rest of the bottom got mowed.
He finished the waterways too.
Round bales on the left are what came off the waterways last time.
You can certainly see the difference from what was mowed today compared to what got rained on.
Hopefully, we get it baled and inside before any more rain comes.
Myson, that’s your winter food. Quit dropping berries on it.
This will be my one cutting for the year. We need at least four hundred bales.
Don’t eat it all, girls.
That should be enough for me and the two other people that wanted to buy some small grass bales. I hope. The dry weather has definitely had an impact.
I hope you’ll come back to join me for Friday’s Hunt. I have this week’s items at the top of my side bar.
Teresa
