Yesterday I saw a bumper sticker that said "No farmers. No food." I know that some of you have gardens and produce some of your own food. But most people in this country depend on farmers to provide what they buy at the grocery store. Farm work is crucial to all of us.
Hay season is a busy time here on the farm. This afternoon Daddy-O is baling hay, while the blue tractor is raking hay ahead of him. That old saying "make hay while the sun shines" is more than a saying. It's truth. None of this heavy equipment can run on soft wet earth. And you can't bale wet hay.
So today while it is sunny and gorgeous, the work is done as quickly as possible. Over the next few weeks, hay will be baled and stored. Hopefully enough to feed the cattle over the winter months.
I am often asked what I do here on the farm. I don't drive the tractors, although there are wives on neighboring farms who can do that. My answer is always the same--I feed the farmer. It's a small contribution. But Daddy-O appreciates it.
I grew ip in a faming community and have a great deat of respect for farmers. Most of my high school frieds lived on farms and Inloved visiting at their houses! My ancestors were farmers, too. I respect farmers . . . and those who feed them! My great-grandfather fell from a hay wagon and broke his hip. He died from his injury. Though my folks didn't farm, I don't take farming for granted.
ReplyDeleteYes. Farming is a high-risk occupation, too. We often forget about that.
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