It’s time to cut and roll the hay again. Although the fields flourish with an abundance of grass, the days are getting shorter, the slant of the sun says “September,” and this week’s forecast calls for no rain.
The tractor mowed all day Saturday and rested as the sun set. The next day would require resilience.
Ten hours later, the finished product dots the landscape, and the hay rolls dry in the haze.
As I recently remarked to a very dear friend: “The shit takes care of itself; we must take care of ourselves.”