Tuesday, June 16, 2009
There's nothing like a few sprinkles of rain to make us hustle to get the last of the hay in. I've hayed since I was a little girl riding on top of the hay wagon to tamp it down so more could be loaded on. I've hayed with horses and tractors and trucks. It is a hot, dirty sweaty job. I am stiff and sore and have blisters, but the barn is full of a glorious abundance of hay for the animals that we are responsible for. That is such a good feeling. I am happy this evening.