Frank’s theme this week is Promise.
Frank’s photo shows the promise of a new day and a new harvest.
But you don’t get anything out unless you put something in.
For the farmer, it’s hard work and long hours, something we, as the consumer of harvested produce, can take for granted.
When we lived in Lincolnshire before, we saw first hand the farm workers in the fields, planting, tending, cultivating and finally harvesting the crops. With open fields in front and behind us, we also got into the rhythm of the water canons pumping from the drains across the fields, slowly making their way from one end to the other ensuring all were watered.
Crow scarers were new to us, and at first confused the dog but soon we got into the rhythm of that too, knowing three ‘shots’ would come at half hour intervals. The crows grew to recognise that too and I swear blind laughed more than they shook or flew away in fear.
For those with livestock, we were well aware of tales of dogs worrying sheep, and were relieved that we had trained Maggie NEVER to go into a field on her own, even if the gate was open and rabbits, pheasant or ptarmigan were thumbing their noses at her. Farmers shot first and asked questions later.
We walked a lot along pathways that bordered farmland, meeting up with several people and their dogs on a regular basis.
We got talking to one gentleman on the subject of rabbit pies, and I promised to make him one the next time Hubby brought rabbit back from a night on pest control.
I’ve covered this before here, if you wish to read the original.
I can still see his face when I think of the day I took that pie into his shop as I’d promised.
If nothing else, I don’t make promises if there is any possibility I cannot fulfil them. This one was easy and for just a few minutes of my time, made an elderly man very happy.