Days and days of burnished, golden, Indian Summer sunshine sees the late autumn flowers blooming for the bees and my skin turning a pale caramel. This sublime, mellow weather with its misty mornings clearing to deep azure skies and a honeyed, warming light, brings with it a feeling of calmness and contentment which runs very deep within me. It is as if I have received a very special blessing or gift and it feels so personal; as though the sun shines just for me.
In this languid, contented state, as I weed and sow, I hear the sound of farmer Colin Friend’s tractor in the field. Few things in life evoke as much heartfelt joy for me than seeing my meadow being cut for hay. Preserving the grass for winter feed requires a week of good weather and as I garden over the next few days I see the tractor many times. And all the while the mowing, raking and the windrows of drying grass perfume the air with its sweet scent, filling me with happiness.
On the 7th day, the bales are taken away just before the weather breaks. And I think of the cattle and the joy they have to come when they eat my meadow grass full of deliciously scented wild flowers and I am glad that all the hay was safely gathered in.