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.

1 comment:

  1. I can identify with those feelings Margaret. We have our first lot of silage in but the hay fields are waiting for some drier and warmer weather. Unfortunately our largest field is absolutely full of wonderful buttercups - beautiful to behold but they don't make brilliant hay.