Sunday and Monday brought us over three inches of rain; some of the rainfall Monday was the washing kind that leaves deep gullies in driveways and plowed fields. Yes, we had hay cut; it's ruined.
Making hay is pretty much of a crap shoot at best. You can listen to the weather-guessers on TV, but they're often wrong. Finally you just do what you must; for instance, if you work four days a week, you make an attempt to cut your hay on the first day of your three-day weekend and hope to get it baled and in the barn before you go back to work.
Our hay, this time, is ruined. But I think this is the first time in three or four years that we've lost a cutting of hay, so I'd say we're doing pretty good. Cliff and I are not depressed about the situation.
Tonight we got another inch-and-a-half of rain. There was a beautiful rainbow, but my camera wouldn't have taken it all in, so I didn't waste my time.
Then there was a lovely fog that came over our acreage.
Even over the field with the spoiled hay.
Life is good here.