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Just trying to get my mind right…

July 7, 2008

Attitude adjuster.
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I love hay season, despite the hard work involved.  It goes with our philosophy of taking care of our needs first, before we sell any products.  How credible am I if I’m not able to fill my larder/barn first?   “Be your own best customer…” Growing most of our own food and that of our animals is foremost in our minds. 

We had hoped to move the hay equipment to our friends farm this weekend.  Alas, too many tourists and bicyclists… , we decided to wait until tonight to minimize the number of one finger waves.  There is just something about a SLOW MOVING VEHICLE sign that brings that out.

Last week on the way to town, we stopped at the cemetery to visit.  The cemetery lies on a hill and is surrounded by farm ground. 

Here they are preparing for planting brassicas.  Last year this field was cauliflower and cabbage.

 

Red Cabbage, planted on the hill next to the cemetery.

 

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On the way back from town, we followed this gentleman.  We saw the cabbage planter on the back and knew he was headed to the field we had seen earlier, that was being prepared for planting.  We patiently followed him, knowing what it is like to be traveling 20 miles an hour.  Narrow country roads, with not many turn-outs, we knew what to expect.  By the time we had crossed the river and were nearing the cabbage fields again, there was one other car in addition to us, behind the tractor.  Everyone in our group of communities knows who these farmers are and where they are headed, whether it is a trailer you see with a beautiful pyramid load of cabbage or various pieces of equipment.  As we approached the narrowest part of the journey, I could see in my mirror a small pickup determined to pass all of us.  Mind you this is a no passing zone, with rises and corners and lots of tourists that don’t know the road.  As he sped by, narrowly cutting in front of the tractor to avoid the oncoming traffic, I told my daughter that we would see this vehicle again, either stopped at the convenience store or the tavern.  Well I was wrong, he had to hurry and get to the post office… .  Which confirmed what I was talking about, he was local, and he knew (or should have) that in just 1/2 mile he could take a different route, and that the tractor would turn off going the other way.  But instead he had to take a chance and hurry, nearly causing an accident, just so he could stop a few miles up the road.  This was around noon, and the mail doesn’t leave until 4:30pm – all the locals know that.

Hopefully, we won’t have to contend with any of that tonight. 

I will be gathering information this week, for a post on how the diversity has changed on this property where we will be cutting hay.  About 4 years ago the rental farm next door was converted from an overgrazed, weedy cattle pasture to a market garden.  You might be surprised what I have to say – or maybe not.

6 Comments leave one →
  1. July 7, 2008 6:32 pm

    The pale yale looks good. I could use one right about now…better not I have another 12 hr shift ahead of me.
    Gotta love those people who are always in a rush to get nowheres. The older I get the more I slow down!
    Have a nice week, Kim

  2. July 7, 2008 6:38 pm

    That’s the one great thing about living in the middle of nowhere. I have to take the tractor 12 miles over to the hay field where we load bales and I might, just might, meet one vehicle and usually it’s someone I know. No one finger waves either:)

  3. July 7, 2008 9:22 pm

    Never heard of Haymaker Ale before. That’s a new one on me. People drive pretty crazy here too. I always say that if you’re in Kentucky and see someone use a turn signal, you better hang on to your hat, anything could happen. Most are just rushing to China-Mart to spend all their money on useless junk.

    Chris

  4. July 8, 2008 6:54 am

    Someday, someday – I will learn the subtle signals and know what is planted in each field.

    When I was a child I asked that question already, as we sped by in a car, until I had learned by color what was wheat and what was hay.

    Out here I just wonder – no one to ask as I drive by, and few to visit to see their fields. Artichokes are as easy to tell as corn, and now I know the small soybeans, too. But ahh… all of the others?

  5. Kristen permalink
    July 8, 2008 8:07 am

    We had the same thing happen to us. My husband was driving his backhoe about a mile down the road to dig a pond for some friends and almost got knocked in a ditch because of some crazy driver wanting to pass. What’s the big hurry anyways? Actually looking around when we drive can be fun too!! We got or first 2 peaches off our tree….guess I will be busy ALL day canning those…lol

  6. matronofhusbandry permalink*
    July 9, 2008 10:45 pm

    Kim, Ugh those 12 hours shifts! Do you work 3, 12’s and a 4? That’s what my neighbor works, and she is beat after a busy 12, she’s in Med/Surg though, so not as hectic as ER.

    I just shake my head at everyone who is in a hurry while their driving – better to get there safely than the alternative…

    Linda, I’m jealous as usual. We got there in one piece and no waving either! I’ll be glad when it’s baled and home.

    Chris, the microbrew beer industry here is huge – I’m bad, I just buy it if I fall for the label! Couldn’t resist this one.

    That’s funny about the turn signals, I love all these people in new cars that won’t use their signals, like I can read their minds.

    Hayden, in Oregon some farmers who grow commodity crops, put out Dept of Ag. signs that denote which crop is growing. But that is only on the larger farms in the Willamette Valley.

    I’m fascinated by the process, organic or not it is still interesting. The colors and textures are beautiful.

    Kristen, I’m jealous of your peaches, they won’t produce here without a lot of spraying.

    That is terrible about the backhoe, what makes people take risks like that, I wonder. I know what you mean, when you are on a slow moving vehicle you see so many more things, than when your in a speeding car. I always wonder if we should be moving so fast.

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