About six weeks ago, one of our hay fields looked like this. Simply gorgeous--almost ready to cut. We were in the fields, planting like crazy. Planting late, because of a cold, endlessly rainy spring. Despite the fog that envelopes those who are planting late, planting like crazy, one thing stood out in this hayfield. The tracks. What on earth? Someone had been in our hayfield! Not just an ATV, riding along the edge, either. This someone had carefully ridden back and forth across the whole field at regular, methodic intervals. And that someone was BIG. Ruh-roh. Trouble. The only huge thing that rides back and forth across a hayfield at methodic, regular intervals leaving only tracks is a spray rig. Someone must have sprayed our hayfield. Our organic hayfield. The Farmer started calling neighboring farmers. The first one said he does all his own spraying. Not likely he would be confused about which field was his. The second farmer told us he hadn't ordered any custom spraying late...
And boys and water....and boys and dirt......and boys and things in the pockets.....and..... ;-)
ReplyDeleteI used to divert the rainwater in the driveway, which wasn't so good, since it was very steep and hilly.
ReplyDeleteMy husband once played with the springs in his aunt and uncle's back yard up north, where they had just put in a new pond, to the extent that they had to have the backhoe guy come back and shore up their back hill! Ooops.