My routine, such as it is, gets seriously disrupted every year about this time. We’re trying to get our hay in and that has to take priority over everything else. I cut it on Thursday and Friday until into the night. We also had to pick and prep everything for the market yesterday, which made for a very early start in the morning. Today I’ll probably start raking the hay, which I’m sure will be looked upon with disfavor by some of my neighbors. But there’s rain forecast for Tuesday afternoon, meaning we have to get it baled and into the barn by then. With a labor force consisting only of me and Cherie, there’s just no time to wait. Hopefully we’ll get it done before the rain and I can return to my normal busy summer schedule.
Yesterday I graduated from seminary. While my classmates were walking in the ceremony, I was selling produce at the farmers’ market. That was just fine by me.
After the market we went and got our granddaughter, who will spend the weekend with us. If she could drive the truck it would help a lot with getting up the hay. But she’s only eight years old and I think that kind of thing is frowned upon these days.
So today is Memorial Day, a day to lament human folly and mourn our dead. Instead most folks will remain oblivious to it (a few might even do something like rake hay) and plenty more will use it as an excuse for triumphalism and the glorification of war.
May we instead remember the prophet’s words–the beautiful vision of the world that is possible:
They will beat their swords into plowshares
and their spears into pruning hooks.
Nation will not take up sword against nation,
nor will they train for war anymore.
Everyone will sit under their own vine
and under their own fig tree, and no one will make them afraid
for the LORD Almighty has spoken.
Hoping you all enjoy the holiday weekend.