Wednesday, 20 August 2014

Wednesday

Today it is still sunny, although quite cool.   But there is no rain about, which is good for the farmer as he has grass for silage down.   However, rain is forecast for morning and the man who comes to bale and wrap our silage can't come until tomorrow morning by which time we expect it to be too late.  This means that the lying grass will have to get wet and then dry off again - sad because this  does mean a deterioration in the quality of the silage.  But this is farming and as usual, the farmer seems quite philosophical about it all.

Tess has been for a cut and blow dry today.   My goodness me, doesn't she look smart (and smell sweet!).   I tried to get 'before' and 'after' shots for you but she refuses to look at the camera or to stand for her photograph.   I tried in vain.   She earned a lot of Brownie points from the farmer on her return because when they walked round the fields together she chased and actually caught a young rabbit.   So that is one less.

My afternoon was spent at our Poetry meeting - always my favourite day of the month.   Seven of us today and I think we all felt that with world news as it is, we needed to read cheerful poetry.  There was quite a bit of Betjamen.   We always smile about him because a friend, J, who has been dead for three years now, always considered him to be a second-rate poet.   So when any of us read one of his poems we feel the need to apologise to her before reading it.  We chat between poems - about the poem itself or the poet, or something it reminds us of.  It is such a lovely, relaxed meeting of friends, and we sit in friend W's conservatory, where it is always pleasant and warm.

10 comments:

josephinaballerina said...

I do like the Farmer's philosophical attitude. Over here the popular saying is, "It is what it is." I intensely dislike that phrase. I think too many people of my acquaintance use it as a cop-out not to try to change a situation for the better. But, then, I do understand that sometimes, things just are what they are. Wisdom to tell the difference, etc.

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Amy said...

yes I'm the same, call a spade a spade. tess is your dog? I have a small Jack Russell called Tia, she's my girl and tends to go everywhere with me...

Cro Magnon said...

I think most is cut, baled, and harvested here. Even my neighbour's Triticale is now done and the resulting straw baled-up. They can now breathe a while before the Sunflowers are harvested; then it'll be Chestnuts.

John "By Stargoose And Hanglands" said...

But did it rain? my father, also a farmer always reckoned that there were more days ruined by poor weather forecasts than by poor weather.

Heather said...

I could do with a visit to your friend's conservatory myself - it's jolly nippy this morning and I refuse to put any heating on in August. Even September seems to be to soon.
Hope the silage isn't delayed, and well done Tess for catching a rabbit. There'll be no holding her now!

Lucy Corrander at Loose and Leafy said...

I think there's a kind of snobbery about Betjeman. My guess is that when people say they don't like his poetry - secretly they do. (A bit like ABBA and The Beach Boys. For a long while it was infra-dig to admit to liking them however jolly and cheerful they are.) In his words, Betjeman conjures up so much of what we love about England (specifically England) and the things we laugh at about it too.

mrsnesbitt said...

A lot of activity in the surrounding fields Pat - now I have an idea what's happening.

Doc said...

Your Tess is a dear sweet girl, I do love the game character of terriers. Our Sophie is a Wire haired Dachshund but has the fight of a terrier and has many a rodent under her belt at twelve years of age.

The Weaver of Grass said...

Thank you for the comments.

The Weaver of Grass said...

Thank you for the comments.