“The most sacred place dwells within your heart, where dreams are born and secrets sleep, a mystical refuge of darkness and light, fear and conquest, adventure and discovery, challenge and transformation. Our heart speaks for our soul every moment while we are alive. Listen… as the whispering beat repeats: begin, be…gin, be…gin. It’s really that simple. Just begin… again.” ~Royce Addington
To me part of that sacred place is passion. For me a passion for agriculture.
Tuesday: J’s Dad and I raked and baled hay from 8:30 am – 9:00 pm. J swathed hay, moved home from the creek bottoms, serviced his swather and started cutting oats. He also had some business to tend to in the afternoon. J’s Mom checked cows and cut oats.
Wednesday: We woke up to a heavy due so J’s Dad and I didn’t leave the yard until 8:30. After servicing the equipment we were back at it around 9:30. We called it a day at 8:00 pm. J’s Mom continued to peck away at the oats, while J had a meeting in town.
With good luck today J’s Dad and I should finish up baling the creek bottoms and move back home. The oats should be layed down and cattle checked.
The prairie has produced a lot of hay. It’s fun to see so many bales dot the fields. J says the oat crop is phenomenal. He has never cut oats so thick and tall. We are excited to see what the forage type (beardless) winter wheat will be like. We shall have lots of feed for the cattle this winter.
Here’s to happy haying and a good Thursday!