Ploughing

The field had stood barren these last few years waiting for the farmer who scratched his head visualising crops with which he could plant corn tall yellow gently rustling in the breeze he mulled it over, potatoes might be better breaking the soil putting goodness in the ground, clearing out weeds which lay dormant just waiting for the land to be ploughed and turned. Then putting on the harness he backed the drays between the plough shafts buckling up as he went soon the blades left straight lines in the ground plough twice, farrow once, his father always said. Looking down at the farrows straight and true he called to his wife and sons they walked in line sowing potatoes as they went two lines each marris pipers and then king Edward they planted. The farmer watched over the next few week watering as needed until lines of green plants appeared then farrowing again he left the plants to flower and mature digging out the now swollen tubers he stocked piled them And started to plan the next crop for the following year. Maise, oats or corn then silage then a year of grazing For as all good farmers know a five or seven plan works the land to its best giving always excellent yield.