Wednesday, September 18, 2013

From the Bog

By this time last September, the third cutting of hay was already baled and stacked. We were bustling about, irrigating the parched ground in order to get as much regrowth as possible before hard freezes set in.

But this September, the soggy, squelchy brown hay still lies in the windrows, waiting for wind and sunshine. (Hay has to be baled at a certain level of dryness or else it will mold.) Every time we think it’s almost dry, another rain comes.

Since precipitation has been nearly unheard of the past few years, every shower, every downpour is something of a surprise. Even though the moisture has severely reduced the value of the hay, we’re not complaining—well, not much, anyway—because it’s such a blessing to thirsty trees, pastures, and fields.

But if the weather stays like this, we’ll have to change crops—perhaps cranberries, rice, or sponges!

Terrible haying weather but awesome tree-planting weather!

“…You’ll do best by…meditating on things true, noble, reputable, authentic, compelling, gracious—the best, not the worst; the beautiful, not the ugly; things to praise, not things to curse.” –PHILIPPIANS 4:8 (MSG)

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