I have done the inevitable. Missing from the blog for a very long time. The only one to blame is my “little devil”. Into her 16th month the child is turning out to be a real brat. The better half being busy with the daily chores, I am the one facing her brunt. The kid has started now exploring the house. No cupboard and any piece of paper is left out from her curious examination. I have tried to be her friend, philosopher and guide but right now she prefers me to be her horse!!. She loves to ride on my back.
With a perfect winter this year was looking forward to the spring season at my apple farm. The flowers had bloomed perfectly on time and there were enough bees around for the pollination process to start. But the weather god had something different in store. The third day the weather suddenly changed and it starting raining and the temperature touched 5 degrees. It was cruel to see the flowers fading away and the bees not coming out of the hive because of the cold. Almost entire crop has failed this season. This is the third consecutive year when the crop has failed leaving me worried for the year ahead. The economics of running the farm and household is getting tighter day by day.
There is a sense of doom in the Kotgarh area at the prospect of yet another failed crop this year. With the average household holding being very less, it is going to be very tough managing through what ever savings are left for the third consecutive year.
The scenario reminds me of the story, A Painted House, by John Grisham. The similarities of farming all across the globe are similar. I wonder whether the climax of that story will be replicated in our real lives.