Peevish Pen

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I'm a retired teacher turned writer. Ferradiddledumday (my Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story) and Stuck (my middle grade paranormal novel) are available from Cedar Creek Publishing.

Friday, June 01, 2007

A Day in June

June 1st already! What is so rare as a day in June? (Answer: days in April, September and November. Days in February are even rarer.)

Maggie inspects the newly-cut hay on Smith Farm.

After a bone-dry week, we finally had rain last night. Lots of rain. Over three inches of rain in the rain gauge.

Unfortunately, we also had hay down in two fields on Smith Farm in Union Hall, which got less rain than we did at the house. John was supposed to rake at 4:00 p.m. today (if the hay has dried out) so Bobby can bale. However, more rain is predicted and clouds are piling up as I post this blog entry.

Hay is still usable if it's only been rained on once; twice and it's junk.

At least the field at big Smith Farm was baled last week. Will the other fields dry out? We shall see.

Edited to add an up-date: And they did dry out in time! Union Hall only got a half-inch of rain. By 6:00 p.m., those two fields had made fifty-two round bales.

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