Harvest moon

   When I was putting on my coveralls this morning I could hear the wind whistling through our farmstead grove so I knew that it would be chilly. I was pleasantly surprised, though, to see when I stepped out the door that it had stopped raining.

     That was a good thing, not only because I wasn’t looking forward to getting wet, but because the ground is saturated. We have pools of water standing in many spots on the farmstead and the fields surrounding it do, too. It’s been a rainy few weeks and the water table has risen. No water in the basement — yet.

      The horses’ corral was a muddy mess this morning so I opened the gate so they can go out into their pasture. The grass is short so I was trying to let it grow, but decided I better forsake the grass to ensure that the horses don’t develop hoof problems. Meanwhile, the pasture was a much drier place to feed them their hay.

     I was feeling pretty discouraged about the weather after slogging through all of that mud and water. But then, on my way to the house, the wind blew the clouds out of the way of the moon and there it was, round and full. Seeing some light after the past few days of dark brightened my mood.

2 thoughts on “Harvest moon

  1. I too saw the full moon this morning as I awoke at 5:30am to start my day. I read your newspaper on line because I used to live in Rugby, North Dakota – my Great Grandfather was a pioneer Peter Olson who originally came from Norway back in the 1800’s. I haven’t been back since our family lived in the old farmstead back in the 1960’s, and which has since been sold and torn down. What a shame it was to have such a historical place crash to the ground. As a child I recall the smell of fresh hay and wide open spaces and the full moon at night which lite up everything as far as you could see. Nice memories…. I currently live in upstate New York on 10 acres in a rural area east of Lake Ontario. We too are having some very warm weather, the high today was 86, but cooling off tomorrow to only 65 for the high, now autumn really starts…and how beautiful it is in this little corner of the country…

  2. I saw the full moon as well, from my lanai when I accompanied my dog Roxey outside for her night-time ritual here in Davie FL, at about 10:20 pm, and it was brilliant. The sky was clear and it seemed as bright as daylight (after your eyes became accustomed). I remember the itching from the fresh hay when it was baling season [ around Ardoch ND ] and don’t even want to think too much about having to “build” a haystack with all that forking and tramping to settle the hay. I believe that my Dad was a master at it as the hay (from the stacks he built)were not mildewed from moisture even after months of exposure to the elements, and in some cases years later. I thought things were for the most part “laid back” then ~1950’s. My wife and I toured some of the area between Grand Forks and Rugby, the Peace Garden to Grafton etc, I was surpised to feel such sadness or melancholy at the derelict farmsteads, remembering that when I was about 15 these were farmsteads with families, and these were the ones that still had a building or two still standing. Closer to where I grew up I recalled many of the places between Forest River, Minto, Manvel, and Oslo of farmsteads where the land had now been reclaimed for farming as the buildings had either fallen down, or had been torn down to provide a marginal return on investment and now that family, with the children I knew, gone to church with and played with has moved on and now only resides in ones fond memory. Roseanne T. my playmate and her family moved to Detroit in the early 50’s–I wonder what ever became of her, that place vacant for many years.

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