Most months when I write the Farm life series, I write a similar thing ‘I didn’t think anything had happened until I looked back at the photos’.
This month it is true. The farm has been quiet.
Straw dragged on and on and on. It was the latest finish I have ever known.
Since being with the farmer, 2012 and 2018 were bad summers but the one has seen harvest go on forever but finally, finally, it is done. Hurrah.
My nights of solo parenting are over. Don’t get me wrong, I still get the children ready for bed etc but he is at least in the yard rather than a far flung field.
The children and I have been foraging for as much fruit as we could find. The pear tree proved the hardest as it was the tallest. We got a looped garden cane but I think we could still have done with a ladder.
Damsons and blackberries were also in abundance and, when the farmer came in from the field, he enjoyed crumbles and he has already cracked open the jam.
One funny story was we found a ram dead in the field. The children won’t go in with the rams for fear of being butted so we took them some sheep nuts and shook the bucket. They all came running except one who was in the far corner of the field. All of the rams are relatively tame. We shouted and shouted him but not a leg twitched.
I rang the farmer. “One of the rams is dead.”
He said he would come and remove the body later on.
My daughter and I trundled behind the quad bike as the farmer and the boys went ahead. As we got nearer to the field, I heard the farmer say “he doesn’t look dead to me.”
The ram was back on his feet and looking very spritely after his very deep sleep and there was one very sheepish farmers wife and two little boys who swore blind they had seen the dead ram move-adding more embarrassment to my predicament.
Thankfully the farmer saw the funny side.
As we enter the first sprawls of Autumn, I am really looking forward to this season. As the outside world is, once again going crazy with lockdowns and more panic buying, I am trying to seek solace in the beauty around us and, of course, looking for conkers and acorns.