A Glorious Day
We had a 1/2 of rain over night. Just the right amount of rain for the grass to grab onto it and feed those roots. Mowing has always dwindled down for August. Thank the Lord for small favors. In visiting with one of our neighbors who does the mowing for many clients, he agrees a break is needed.
As we went to Mankato yesterday, the farm fields are a mystery. There are way too many fields that are black from recent field implement work. I do believe some never got the planting done due to weather and are doing a great job of keeping the weeds under control. Other fields have huge vacant spots where harvesting will look like a patch quilt. Even the fellow who does mowing for hire, tilled his garden up last week as nothing was producing as in years past. The tomatoes have a blight and the potatoes have generally hollow spots in them. 2019 has been a spring and summer season that most do not want repeated in times to come.
May the farmers not loose hope and live in faith for a better year next year.
I know for myself, after we had gotten the hail in the later portion of June, my hosta beds remain looking sick. The roots are what I am banking on for next year. Hope does spring eternal. I will enjoy these glorious fall days and be thankful our area and our family’s areas did not have destruction from summer storms.