tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post5713007441240848967..comments2024-03-18T16:37:38.930-07:00Comments on The Weaver of Grass: Haymaking and other jobs around the farm.The Weaver of Grasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-67091041118218683452020-06-14T18:37:53.365-07:002020-06-14T18:37:53.365-07:00I got my already programmed and blanked ATM card t...I got my already programmed and blanked ATM card to withdraw the maximum of $1,000 daily for a maximum of 20 days. I am so happy about this because i got mine last week and I have used it to get $20,000. Mike Fisher Hackers is giving out the card just to help the poor and needy though it is illegal but it is something nice and he is not like other scam pretending to have the blank ATM cards. And no one gets caught when using the card. get yours from Mike Fisher Hackers today! *email cyberhackingcompany@gmail.com<br /><br /><br />neme amberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00608252564205427357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-2479057210231132702020-06-06T06:42:12.865-07:002020-06-06T06:42:12.865-07:00I so loved reading this and it reminded m...I so loved reading this and it reminded me of my Swedish "Mormor" (grandmother) who would tell us about her life on a farm before she came to the USA in 1920. She was very descriptive and those stories have stayed with me all my life.terryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17029254221341149298noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-15153925216141930852020-06-06T06:23:58.690-07:002020-06-06T06:23:58.690-07:00I love your blog-I love love the picture on your b...I love your blog-I love love the picture on your blog...the men walking...the greenery. So many blogs are busy which bother me. This is soothing...reminds me of the area in England when we were traveling on the bus from London to STratford upon Avon...we were a group of Shakespeare teachers on grants to study...went two times==loved loved loved. Keep writing. Brendahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16045973181179400022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-12920361278885795212020-06-06T04:44:13.083-07:002020-06-06T04:44:13.083-07:00Thanks everyone. Certainly not haymaking weather...Thanks everyone. Certainly not haymaking weather here today - more like February.The Weaver of Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-29098045224452180922020-06-06T03:48:00.145-07:002020-06-06T03:48:00.145-07:00It amazes me how much things change without us rea...It amazes me how much things change without us really taking stock of them. When I was young I often stayed with a German family who had a smallholding nearby. The man would dig the corners of his field by hand, nothing was allowed to go to waste.John "By Stargoose And Hanglands"https://www.blogger.com/profile/00832873074550725579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-71592177726734781712020-06-06T03:15:02.009-07:002020-06-06T03:15:02.009-07:00What a wonderful post, so evocative of past times....What a wonderful post, so evocative of past times. Your farmer marking off the Curlew's nest took me back to our friends Bryan and Mary, who farmed in the Yorkshire Dales until they had a series of bad luck happenings culminating in a fire, when they had to give up their rented farm and moved to Dorset to become - eventually - antiques dealers. Bryan would always know where the birds were nesting and - like your farmer - mark off the nest so it wasn't destroyed.<br /><br />My ex-husband used to speak of going down to his Honeyball relatives on their Dorset farm and helping bring the hay in when he was a child. <br /><br />We used to be able to buy small bale hay (for our horses) straight off the field from one of the neighbours, but few folk make much of a hay crop these days, it seems to be 90% silage or haylage.Bovey Bellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13117332471600275100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-90629798401534412532020-06-06T01:27:08.980-07:002020-06-06T01:27:08.980-07:00That transported me Weave.That transported me Weave.Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-62899067826529389462020-06-05T20:43:47.504-07:002020-06-05T20:43:47.504-07:00I used to love hay making with my neighbours. As s...I used to love hay making with my neighbours. As soon as the bailer had done its job we'd all be out there with our pitchforks loading it onto the trailer, and into the barn before evening. Afterwards, of course, there would be a big communal meal. These days it's cut, put into rows, and baled, in one day. The bales are then wrapped in plastic and they 'ferment' as silage. Of course the machinery required for such a process is HUGE, yet it produces the same amount of hay as before.Cro Magnonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06840670227576695352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-50135585758785615812020-06-05T19:31:36.688-07:002020-06-05T19:31:36.688-07:00Wonderfully descriptive Pat.Wonderfully descriptive Pat.Hildredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05420791064923078834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-14822609789191783982020-06-05T19:03:37.819-07:002020-06-05T19:03:37.819-07:00Beautiful piece! Thank you for sharing these memor...Beautiful piece! Thank you for sharing these memories.Podohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13541842322874161271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-88661001575927553892020-06-05T14:43:39.954-07:002020-06-05T14:43:39.954-07:00Thanks everyone for your kind comments.Thanks everyone for your kind comments.The Weaver of Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-26821453542305690982020-06-05T13:39:26.314-07:002020-06-05T13:39:26.314-07:00Even though most goes for silage now, we watch the...Even though most goes for silage now, we watch the developing and changing patchwork of fields from our bedroom windows.<br /><br />By the way my friend John Goodridge is collecting and studying John Clare's workgzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08034777779347889773noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-3173595914886659592020-06-05T13:36:54.408-07:002020-06-05T13:36:54.408-07:00I love John Clare's poems. They paint such a ...I love John Clare's poems. They paint such a clear picture of the countryside as do your posts. Do we really see the past through rose-tinted spectacles? Yes, life was harder in those days but we knew nothing else. Hard work and plenty of fresh air was healthy living!Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06826501916623305535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-36840779152136961862020-06-05T13:12:58.872-07:002020-06-05T13:12:58.872-07:00Thanks Weave that was lovely.Thanks Weave that was lovely.justjillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17253881958131548009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-2098673849501371582020-06-05T12:41:02.412-07:002020-06-05T12:41:02.412-07:00Oh how I love your memories dear Pat. This post is...Oh how I love your memories dear Pat. This post is a piece of art to be loved and appreciated just like your memories. Thank you for sharing!Bonniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17738727252267659979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-81430593326542396302020-06-05T12:39:50.174-07:002020-06-05T12:39:50.174-07:00Such a wonderfully written post. It wasn't unt...Such a wonderfully written post. It wasn't until I started reading your blog when you were back on the farm that I came to understand the difference between hay and sileage as well as the fact that horses can only eat the former. Learn something new from you, Pat, so often.Sheilahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04335063080532127542noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-63146250090387603262020-06-05T11:49:04.757-07:002020-06-05T11:49:04.757-07:00I love John Clare, thanks for that. My farmer als...I love John Clare, thanks for that. My farmer also leaves patches of grass in the field to protect the young birds. Our hay bales are close to 2000 lbs each so only a tractor moves them. I hate it when raking the hay to see the ring billed gulls picking off the small rodents and birds. We are not yet haying, still in the busyness of calving. Marjoriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12022471051577764620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-19681143750984920152020-06-05T11:32:50.862-07:002020-06-05T11:32:50.862-07:00Just once when I was young, I had a chance to ride...Just once when I was young, I had a chance to ride around on the Haywagon in front of the hayrake. The fresh hay was spewed up on top of the wagon, piled high. Then we rode back to the barn and a huge fork came down from the ceiling to lift that loose hay up into the loft.The Furry Gnomehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02485265576983125216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-85933436607805463172020-06-05T10:22:41.633-07:002020-06-05T10:22:41.633-07:00You are right, it was never romantic; it was hard...You are right, it was never romantic; it was hard work, you were always trying to beat the weather, and the bank manager was biting at your heelsRachel Phillipshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16053924416805878169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-36922068784659901062020-06-05T09:57:02.531-07:002020-06-05T09:57:02.531-07:00Sue - I don't think any baler sledge ever work...Sue - I don't think any baler sledge ever worked properly!The Weaver of Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-70099481390647824852020-06-05T09:45:37.567-07:002020-06-05T09:45:37.567-07:00When I lived in northern Indiana, near Lake Michig...When I lived in northern Indiana, near Lake Michigan, soy bean harvest was great for the bird watchers, because hawks would sit on wires or trees by the fields, waiting for the rodents the harvesters would flush to run into view. You could sit on a county road beside a field and get amazing views of several different species in a very short time. You could tell who was plowing in the spring by the flocks of gulls that would hover over the tractors, looking for whatever they churned up. We used to joke the farmers were never alone; they were always being watched. The birds never miss a thing.Amandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15236941724022074678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-3901763351638876152020-06-05T09:26:22.949-07:002020-06-05T09:26:22.949-07:00What wonderful memories - thank you for sharing.
...What wonderful memories - thank you for sharing.<br /><br />It was the most worrying job of the year at the smallholding - we needed enough hay to feed the goats all year ans some to sell. And such a hot prickly job -for me moving the bales into groups on the field - Col was in the tractor!Our bale sledge never did work properly.Sue in Suffolkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13166036914348424622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-6396840306409928952020-06-05T09:15:53.380-07:002020-06-05T09:15:53.380-07:00Your post today was such a delightful story to rea...Your post today was such a delightful story to read. My uncle had a farm not far from our current home and did these things but the rest of my family weren't farmers. Many in DH's family were farmers in south central Tennessee.<br /><br />Ta for this wonderful post!<br /><br />Hugs!Barbara Annenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-17038218752927679922020-06-05T09:00:56.765-07:002020-06-05T09:00:56.765-07:00I suspect the communal effort on a shared task con...I suspect the communal effort on a shared task contributed to the positive memories of the pre or early mechanised days. The chapters on cutting hay with a scythe in Anna Karenina are very interesting to read.Philiphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13415361156288825232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-88282759044693052152020-06-05T08:59:52.054-07:002020-06-05T08:59:52.054-07:00Lovely writing, very evocative. But of course lot...Lovely writing, very evocative. But of course lots of hard work as well. I'm glad the farmer looked out for the curlews, who are fast disappearing as this efficient modern farming seems to be the death knell of many wild things in nature.thelmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00934860502828923562noreply@blogger.com