We certainly were fortunate to have a great long weekend here in the Rainy River District—and I was hoping it would continue on for the rest of the week.
I cut hay . . . now if I can only get it baled . . .
This is the first year in many years that I don’t have one bale made by this time of the year. I’m trying hard to not let it bother me but it sure does.
One of my girlfriends continually reminds me that I have no control over the weather and I realize that—but it doesn’t make me feel better.