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All photos taken July 31, 2021 on a rural bicycle ride.
On this bike ride, we were cognizant that many areas of our province have had to declare states of agricultural disaster, due to prolonged hot weather and meager rainfall. It is not going to be a great crop year.
Many of you may not know that I spent at least half of my childhood living on farms, as my Dad struggled to make a go of it. Late spring, early winter, drought, hail, snow, floods, heavy winds all conspired to reduce the meager profits he was able to eke out from the land. Not to mention wading through thigh deep snow to rescue newborn calves and their Moms from the fields, chasing chickens, chasing sheep, chasing pigs, chasing cows. Nonetheless, he always remained hopeful and I recall his constant refrain of “Maybe Next Year”. Next year never came and my Dad died way too early at age 66, still trying to make a go of it. This one’s for you, Dad.
A Farmer’s Life ©
A farmer’s life is a hard, hard life,
one borne by his children and his wife.
Too much moisture or way too little,
blazing sun turning grain stalks brittle.
Early snowfall or hard killing frost,
swathed crop left in fields, but at what cost.
Spring calving season hit by May snow,
dropping profits, where’s the money go?
Bills unpaid, how much fun can that be?
A farmer’s hope is “next year” country.
Fat and sassy cows and calves
The crops look good, but these shots do not tell the whole story
First hay crop off and baled, hoping for a 2nd one
Close ups tell a tale of possible low crop quality