some many of the potatoes in the heavy mulch (Ruth Stout method) garden plot were starting to sunburn two weeks ago.
Sunburn= the potato skin turns green because they are too close to the surface.
I’m running low on old hay, so I called my neighbor to see if he had any old moldy, bales lying around he would sell me.
The bales themselves are not worth a whole lot but the time and fuel needed to load and transport them to our place is. Last time my neighbor brought me a couple of bales, it meant two trips from his farm with his old Farmall and loader.
“How many do you want?” he asked.
“Could I get three of them?” ;-)
Two hours later he pulled into the yard with a trailer…4 rotten bales!
Felt like Christmas morning.
Enough rotten moldy hay to get me into next Summer.
Now there is something special about this neighbor I need to tell you.
First, he would accept no payment for the hay.
Secondly, he is a busy farmer. He and his brother farm, hundreds, if not thousands of acres, yet he took the time to squeeze in an act of kindness to a fellow-man.
Thirdly, he is an honest man. There is not a hint of self-serving, manipulative, ulterior motives in any of his dealings with me.
We have two neighbors who will swing by our place after a heavy snow storm and dig out our driveway with their equipment. He is one of those neighbors.
We may not have any dealings with each other for months on end. It’s not like we are in a card club together and see each other monthly.
Earlier this Summer, this neighbor was setting up a grain bin. He called to see if I or any of my crew might be able to help for a day or two. We were right in the middle of tearing off a house roof and I needed every pair of hands I could muster. We were a couple of weeks behind getting to that job and there was no way I could pull off midstream. I felt slightly conflicted, because here was a neighbor who has repeatedly stopped what he was doing to bale me out.
I also knew he was not the kind of person to harbor any kind of ill will. He was also dealing with the rainy weather so he would understand the job pressures I was under. If I could I would.
He is an instrument of goodness.
He quietly plants seeds of goodwill in my heart.
His random acts of kindness go along ways in helping me keep my heart from growing cold.
I have a confession to make.
As I get older, I feel a tendency to pull into myself. I have less and less desire to deal with other people’s stuff.
The scriptures (the Bible) talk about in the last days, most men’s hearts will grow cold. That’s what I’m talking about. A hard heart. A cold heart. A loveless heart. A selfish heart, only looking out for itself.
Who’d a thunk a rotten moldy 3-year-old bale of hay could counter that pull towards darkness.
But it does.
And in a small way, interacting with many of you on this blog also counters that temptation.