Trailer July Aug 1948

High summer on the farm.The hay cut and carried before the weather could turn. The long evenings stretching golden across the fields. Children in and out of the house from morning until dusk. Calves to tend, chickens to count, strawberries to pick — and always washing on the line.But summer is never only sunshine.There were shows and sales, visitors calling, dancing in the evenings, and the steady hum of harvest beginning to gather pace. John busy from dawn, machinery clattering, dust rising behind the tractor.And inside the farmhouse — bottling, baking, mending, preserving what could be saved for winter. Puppies growing. Eggs counted. Friendships strengthened.It was a season of movement — of laughter, of work, of worry quietly carried, and of small triumphs that never made headlines but meant everything.July and August 1948… when the fields were full, the days were long, and life on Hiltonbury Farm rarely stood still.Join me Sunday as we step back into that summer — and see what it brought.