Then, he said, the onions caused the potatoes’ eyes to water, and the consequent moisture kept both crops plentifully irrigated.
It seems that a Maine farmer’s trepidation over once again shearing his big, boisterous, and butt-y ram proved unnecessary, as the old sheep passed away on the night before the deed was to be done.
Might’s well shear him anyway before he buried him, thought the farmer. Why waste the wool?
So he dug a 5-foot trench and was commencing the shearing when an out-of-state car pulled into the driveway. The driver was just looking for directions, but, seeing the performance in progress, lingered to watch.
The shearing being completed, the farmer was proceeding with the burial when the onlooker voiced his curiosity. “Makes you appreciate the wool more,” he said.
The farmer nodded his assent while widening the bottom of the hole to accommodate the ram’s stiffening legs.
“I’ve never seen that done before,” the observer continued, as the farmer finally dumped the ram into the pit. “I didn’t realize they had to be dead first.”
The farmer paused at this, considered the ram a bit, and then replied: “I don’t know about the others, but I’d have never been able to get him in the hole if he wasn’t, let alone keep him there while I covered him up.”
Tim Goodwin, the associate editor for The Old Farmer's Almanac, has been reading North America's oldest continuously published periodical since he was a young child, growing up just a short drive from the OFA office. Read More from Tim Goodwin