And that's not just an expression here in Vermont. The rain has been seriously detrimental to some local farms, causing them to go under at an alarming rate this year. I'm talking farms that have been run by the same family since before the depression. I was somewhat glad to see that the New York Times did an article about it last week, but then worried that if they've taken notice, it really must be bad.
Basically, the situation is that farms need to make hay to feed their animals. The earlier the hay is made, the better nutrition it provides. If farmers don't make enough nutritious hay, they have to buy a protein supplement which cuts into profits that may be vary scarce this year, also due to the weather (too much rain is just as bad as too little for crops). All of this according to the article which is annoyingly no longer available online or I'd just let you read it for yourselves.
So what have the farmers here been doing since the sun first came out to stay a few days ago? What else? I honestly think they've been at it every day from about 5am to 9pm every night. They have no choice it seems. Tomorrow is supposed to be showers and then who knows when we'll have another stint of dry weather?
The weekend's work as witnessed from my front yard:
My mom grew up on a small family farm that just provided enough for their family of nine (mom was the baby). I grew up next to a small family-owned dairy farm in a little house that my mom rented throughout my childhood from 5-16. Yep, that big red barn was the first thing I looked out to every morning, and the cows would occasionally stick their heads in the window to say hello. Our house, you see, was directly in line with their grazing field and in fact, one side of it became part of the fence.
Growing up so close to a farm, however, only gave me small glimpses of the hard work that was done every single day to keep it going. Every day, the family was out herding cows into the milking barn as I was just brushing the sleep from my eyes. In all weather, without fail. What I have witnessed over the years (the house I live in now is just 2 miles from the same farm) is just a tiny fraction of what they do, and even from that, I know I do not have it in me to run a farm. Farmers are incredibly strong, resilient people and I have great respect for them. In fact, I am in awe of them.
And now, I'll make a little hay (or in my situation, some crafty talk) while the sun shines (while the kids are brushing their teeth for bed).
Here are some recent thrifting finds:
I have no idea what will be done with them, but I couldn't just leave them there in the thrift store for someone else to snatch up! I love the brown/black floral print tablecloth, but it has some yucky yellow stains on it. I've tried a white vinegar rinse and lots of exposure to sunlight to no avail. I'm afraid to try bleach. Any suggestions? I'll still love and use it stains and all, but I'd love to get them out if I can.
I've got some new bags all cut and ready to sew, hopefully tomorrow afternoon while the boys are at the beach with their Omi (husband's mom). It will be a good distraction since I never really know what to do with myself when they're not here.
And here's one more pretty picture for you:
Day lilies (which aren't really lilies at all!) and hydrangeas from the garden directly outside our kitchen window in a pretty pink glass dish that my mom gave us when we were married. Have I mentioned that I live for summer?