A barb in the blessing?

Loving the sun. Bring it on! Blazing out of a clear blue sky, day after day, week after week, into our second month.

There was a flash of rain a couple weeks back. Overnight. All soaked up and gone, now. Well, we sprinkle the rasps and strawberries, lettuce and roses and tatties and kale, with water every day, a pleasant enough task given the ease of a hose connected to the mains, and no water shortage.

However.

On our walk this morning, Mary and I ran into the farmer. He and his son were considering the cattle in the field. The field of stunted grass which isn’t growing. He looked across at the field of silage, the field of silage which isn’t growing. And together they were wondering what to do.

Some farmers are taking the cattle indoors and buying in food to fatten them up quickly. Maybe, our farmer thought, maybe we’ll need to bring in some of the young ones and do that.

Is there a barb in every blessing?

Perhaps I should start praying for an overnight shower tonight…