The grass was cut, rolled up and baled. It was an astonishing yield. Truly. These are giant, heavy, tightly rolled bales of prairie hay weighing at least 1000 lbs each.
No way could we have gotten that many bales out of this farm. But we did. I drove around, and walked around the bales over and over again blinking. It was stunning how much grass this ground produced.
We got 19 bales alone out of the over grazed horse pasture.
The established hayfield gave us more than three times more bales in addition.
“I don’t know how this is possible.” John said. “We have harvested twice as much hay here as that farm just 8 miles east, and your place is only a third of the size. I just don’t get it.”
And the rainfall total map shows 8 miles east having had more rain than we did!
“I think I do.” I said. “I have been going out to the portal nearly every morning to watch the sun rise and thank this beautiful blue planet for its life force. I think that God and the earth spirits, and Mother Earth herself, (maybe with extra dew in the morning?) somehow are helping keep this grass alive. I think they are all happy we are taking care of the land”
John said, “I think you must be right. There really is no other explanation.”
As I finish this post and this Days of DRY series, there are rain clouds to our north and to our east. I’m holding my breath, we still could use a bit more than prayers and dew around here.