You would hardly believe we are in the same country as we were at the weekend, when the surrounding villages were all flooded and the rain fell in buckets from morning until night. This week it is hot and sunny with just the kind of breeze which (hopefully) dries the cut grass enough to make hay rather than haylage or silage.
The farmer has cut the grass and has shaken it up several times in an effort to dry it as quickly as possible and keep it brittle andd dry rather than soft. When he went this afternoon to shake it up again a whirlwind went in front of him into the field, lifted a lot of the grass up and transported it almost into the next field. If this sharp weather holds there could be some hay before the weather begins to break up over the weekend. If the clouds form more quickly than expected then it will quickly be baled and wrapped and will become haylage or silage depending how dry it is.
I have had the piano tuner today so I had to stay in until he had been and gone, and then I had to go down to our feed merchants in Masham, ten miles away, to collect hen food, cat and dog food and wild bird food. As the farm pays this bill and there was a smart new dog bed near to the counter where I booked all the stuff out, Tess now now has a smart new bed. She sniffed all round it and then went and sat in it to claim possession.
Before he went off this morning (while the dew was going off the grass) the farmer picked a bucket full of peas, our first produce from the garden other than soft fruit and salad greens. I podded enough for tea tonight and they were delicious. But is there a task more boring than shelling peas other than watching paint dry?