Farm a bit myself.
In June we were praying for rain, in July we were praying for sunshine.
In August we will probably pray for both.
The weather hates you. If you are a farmer you know this and you know this is the way it has been and the way it will be, world with end, amen.
Both posts well stated.
Summer’s just get harder and harder for me as they did for my Dad. There is a tipping point for us all. Nearly 70 is mine. For some summer just wears us down. As air temperature exceeds body temperature the thermodynamics of cooling just fall apart.
We cut hay yesterday. Not only cut it but raked and baled and finished 200 acres in less than 12 hours. In for lunch and most of it is off the fields already and in the barn in a first ever.
103 here today and time to go finish up to do another chore.