the promise of the Lord proves true; he is a shield for all those who take refuge in him. Ps 18:30 (NOAB)
For three days I cut grass with a push mower and delivered the cuttings to my farm pals: Sonny, Holly, Buff, Jack and Bebe.
Hay is scarce. Following droughts in neighboring states farmers and ranchers learning of available supplies in West Tennessee traveled with their trailers and hauled full loads back to their animals.
The local farm supply held out serving locals until there was no more. Last weekend I found someone who had older rolls of mixed grass. Two rolls were delivered the next day. While it lacks that fresh, sweet scent my group is accustomed to at least the cattle will eat it with a sprinkling of green. Except for the edges it is too rough to feed the horses.
Yesterday I connected with the person who delivered nine square bales of Bermuda a week ago, and he brought us 15 squares.
We have hay. We have fuel. We have grain and chow for all of us. Everyone is in relatively good health. And we have a safe place to sleep and good tenants for neighbors.
Life is good on the farm thanks to God’s grace.