...while the weather holds.
The farmer has hired the giant 'muck' spreader from his friend and farmer M and as I write is whizzing up and down the lane and covering the hay meadows in a deep layer. Rain is forecast for the weekend and that should wash it in well.
Now that all the stock have gone from the fields the concentration is on getting them all in tip top condition so that the grass grows well before the cattle are let out and the sheep and lambs come at the end of April. And so the years go on - farming is a never-ending cycle.
Meanwhile it is the financial year end and I am sitting at the table, surrounded by ledgers, invoices, receipts, bank statements and the like, trying to make head and tail of everything that has happened during the year. So far I have only had one major hiccup and I am hoping that the farmer can sort that out when he comes in for his tea.
I rather envy Tess today - she has followed the sun around the house - the sitting room, the landing, the bedroom - laying in the patch of sunlight blissfully unaware of all that there is to be done. Lucky dog.