Sunday, September 6, 2009
The crispness of late summer is one of sounds; crunchy grass underfoot and cranky critters complaining to the management that their food is overcooked.
The September rains came right on time this year. There was a deep sigh from the entire farm as the first drops began to fall. I always fancy I can here the cracks in the earth "snap!" shut and the grass begin squeakily pushing out new growth.
The sheep visibly relax with the first rain. Their demeanor here is probably the same as the sheep in colder climes welcoming the first taste of spring. The hard days of summer or winter are about to change for the better.
The head gardener works on the basis that Mother Nature hates a vacuum. So if a bare spot shows up she ( the H.G.) will drop a seed head from somewhere else or poke a tiny potato into the dirt. Its like a treasure hunt at times....you never know when you will find a nest of potatos when foraging for dinner.
So...here is your 'point to ponder' for the day. When the sheep eat apples do their cuds taste like applesauce? or hard cider? No wonder they are so happy this time of year!