Thursday, June 12, 2025
Time: 6 PM
Song: Red Rain
Artist: Peter Gabriel
Mode of Consumption:
Listening to the radio on way to work night at the Carroll County Fair.
“We could have made the hay tonight,” Jodi said.
We are heading to Milledgeville to work at the fairgrounds. It’s a warm, hazy evening. The sun lost behind a thin veil of clouds, possibly smoke. We’ve experienced a week or two of hazy days due in part to smoke blowing south from fires in Canada.
“Well, that’s how it goes.” I said.
We had decided not to mow the hayfield earlier this week because there had been rain forecasted for Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. All of those chances dissipated as the week progressed. It remained dry as we drove north.
“Yeah, but I was always pretty good at that,” Jodi continues. “Guessing when it would rain or not.”
Hay is a guessing game. Preferably, you won’t get rain after you mow before you are able to bale it. If it rains, you must wait to get the hay dry, otherwise you run the risk of it molding once you store it away.
We guessed wrong in thinking it might rain, meaning we could have mowed it early in the week and bailed it likely tonight.
Instead, we were available to work at the fair, painting one of the booths under the grandstand.
We’ll have to make hay another day.
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