The summer of oats
Another mystery solved. After watching the gang work to harrow “my field” into a ready state over the last couple of evenings, I wanted to know what the crop of the year would be. This afternoon, they brought in a trailer loaded with bulk bags (the kind you can lift with a front-end loader and suspend over the seeder before pulling the bottom drawstrings). From a distance, my best guess was some variety of grain.
And so, while the suppertime quiet was in place, I sent son #3 out to sample. Based on an “up close” analysis, I’m declaring 2016 to be a summer of oats. I can live with that, without having to close the windows against blight spray. Now to watch the greening begin.
My own efforts, on my real field, will have to wait for a bit longer. I’m torn on whether to rake first, or pick rocks, or simply allow the ditch mix to do its thing over the summer. Decisions, decisions. In the fog of inspiration, I did go out for a can of super gas, and the battery charger ran all afternoon. Soon, the green and yellow go-kart will begin another season of driving in erratic circles.
The rest of the country is getting set for the first long weekend without snow cover. A big wedding, in SK, will keep me watching social media for the progress reports. The beach – nah, too early. I did swim, once, in an inland lock with ice on the edges. Lesson learned. Wait until it’s too warm to NOT go in the water.
