How true! I can't believe September is almost here, and that another year is flying by. The holidays are just around the corner.
We have been here on the farm a little over 6 years. When I look around it is hard to believe how much we have done during this period.
Mowed yesterday afternoon. Have to wait until afternoon as it takes the grass that long to dry off now. Usually by early to mid-August, I only have to mow about every 10 days to 2 weeks. Not this year. I have to mow every week or you have to wade through the grass.
My entire year has been one crazy, mixed-up, you have to live it to believe it, did I say crazy, year. Even the weather has been crazy. We had a storm come through about 4 p.m. Sunday afternoon that was unbelievable. It had been thundering for about an hour, when suddenly the sky just opened up. It rained so hard, the wind blew so hard, the rain was going sideways, not down, and you could not see anything outside except for a sheet of water. We got a little over half an inch of rain in about 15 minutes, then boom - it was over.
Now our entire east coast is being threatened with one of the worse hurricanes for several years. If this year isn't a wake-up call, I wonder what the real wake-up call will be like?
Yesterday was beautiful, but the air definitely had the feel of fall. Today is starting out sunny and bright also. If it holds, will mow some more this afternoon. If not, will not.
Our farm is on both sides of the main paved road. We live on top of the hill on one side, the remainder consists of what we call the bottom, it is in the valley then extends to the top of the hill opposite of where we live. We can see the top of our other hill from our house, and the area Jerry keeps mowed off.
We have two original barns remaining in the bottom from the original farm, when Jerry was growing up, in the bottom.
Some of the clean-up crew in the bottom |
Tim farms our bottom, hay is the crop this year, and last year. I think corn will be the crop the next couple of years. He rotates the crops, some years it is alfalfa. I never know what it will be until it starts to grow.
There is a creek that runs through the bottom, next to where the hills start.
It is the time of year when the birds are beginning to flock together, making sure they get plenty to eat before their long trek south. Some days our yard will be completely covered with robins, and other birds. Then one day, they are all gone. The winter and/or year-round birds are here, but the others have disappeared.
The clean up crew was holding a conference on one of the barn roofs, probably deciding when it would be time to head out.
The leaves are also starting to change, you can see subtle differences in the different types of trees, a little darkening, just a hint of color, won't be long until the magic of fall returns.
Why is it when you are in the "fall of your life" you get wrinkled, you hair turns gray, and you just start looking old. We should be like the trees, have that last burst of beauty, before the on-set of winter. Right now I could use a touch of fall.
Everyone have a wonderful day - after all the sun IS shining - and God Bless.
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