Peevish Pen

Ruminations on reading, writing, rural living, retirement, aging—and sometimes cats. And maybe a border collie or other critters.

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Location: Rural Virginia, United States

I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), Miracle of the Concrete Jesus & Other Stories, and several Kindle ebooks.

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Just Made It

Hay-baling was done on Polecat Creek Farm. Because the ground was still wet from last week's rains, it had taken the cut hay an extra day to cure out. Saturday and Sunday's bright blue weather had given way to clouds on Monday and and an overcast sky on Tuesday.

Tuesday afternoon, the hay was dry enough to make. My husband raked and his partner followed with the baler. The point field was the first they finished.

The top field—our biggest hayfield—was next. 

In the picture below, you can see my husband raking the hay into windrows for the baler.

When he finished raking the top field, he headed for the side field. 

The unraked hay lay thick.

Soon, under the cloudy sky, he was making some headway . . .

. . . and making some windrows.

I didn't stick around to watch this field being baled. But, when it was done, Polecat Creek Farm produced 57 bales total—which was pretty good. 

Even better, the baling was finished before the rain came—which it did Tuesday night. My husband and his partner finished just in time. 

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