AUGUST 1, 2000
THE COUNTRY CORNER
Haying and a Sudden Storm
There are black-bear clouds stretching toward this way and some ten acres of alfalfa hay are threatened by the storm. Sun-dried hay in windrows is sure a day's work done, but a low black sky is true telling no dinner bell will strike 'til long after dark: There's hay to make and store away.
Nature seems to rally forth with games to play when men have worn a long hot sun and talk of calling "what is done" a day. The setting sun turns farmers toward their homes, but the mellow echoes of a storm drumming to the west on the grey hides of evenings mountain-sides will keep some men to task: There's hay to make and store away and storms tumble on this valley fast.
A horse whinnies, breathing hard again and its urgent call brings neighbors to join the race. Sudden rain has challenged them before: There's hay to make and store away. Sometimes it's the rhythm of good neighbors that tells the worth of another's hay.
Instead of concentrating work into eight hours, farm work is spread through sixteen hours and you can have the rest of the day to yourself.
Cows do not "give" milk! You have to forcibly take it from them!
A Trip to Town
the way to town one morning a farmer and his wife passed
a lake. The wife, conscious of their frequent quarrels
and spats, said, "Pa, look over yonder at that goose
and gander a-gliding along the water so nice and peaceful.
Wouldn't it be wonderful if people could live so
I may not be a beauty with my large and
Newfoundlanders were walking along a beach. One covers
his eyes and moans, "It's so sad"
hear about the tragic Christening that took place in
Newfoundland last month?
black and blue and floats in the Bay?
How do you
sink a Canadian submarine?
of sailors laying over for a few days in Sweden decided
to go to church. Knowing no Swedish they figured to play
safe by doing whatever a dignified-looking gentleman
sitting in front of them did.
SPEAK CHINESE in 5 MINUTES
See me A. S. A. P. Chinese: Kum Hia Nao
In August every year an Arizona church puts this sign on its bulletin board: YOU THINK IT'S HOT HERE?
The Dutch have made significant contributions to boating safety in their tiny country by draining coastal areas long favored by Netherlands yachtmen and converting them to farmland. The fleets of little mudtfrigjates scudding through the fields of ripening turnips and Brussels sprouts are a peculiar but colorful sight, and although some complain that the swish of plant tops along the hull and the squelch of rubber tires in mud are no substitute for the slap of waves and the tang of salt, there is no denying that the unfortunate sailor who capsizes is better off in Davy Jones's larder than in his locker! It is hard to get lost at ZEE.
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