Greetings.....well this tyme of year, making hay, is rather bitter sweet. While enjoying all that this hard work brings, this a tyme to get ready for the winter cold and snow.....
The process, first trying to guess the weather so you have enough tyme to cut, rake, bale and bring in the hay, all while not getting wet.......
All the senses are involved in this, and the ones I enjoy most are the sights and smells.....first the tall grass, waist high, gently bending in the wind, looks like waves of water...this in itself is a beautiful site. Then the cutting and raking, laying in rows, gathering together, neat, clean, fresh.....and rolling into hugh bales. They roll out of the baler....all tied up, ready to be up for winter. The smell of fresh cut hay and the dried hay bales should be bottled, how sweet a perfume.....and when the sun sets, the air gets heavy, the smell is even stronger, coupled with the honeysuckle blooming on the fence rows...well, no day in the city could bring such pleasure.....
The older I get the more I aprreciate such simple pleasures....every day I talk a walk around the hay field, through the woods.....and every day I see something new, delight in all that life brings me.......
The process, first trying to guess the weather so you have enough tyme to cut, rake, bale and bring in the hay, all while not getting wet.......
All the senses are involved in this, and the ones I enjoy most are the sights and smells.....first the tall grass, waist high, gently bending in the wind, looks like waves of water...this in itself is a beautiful site. Then the cutting and raking, laying in rows, gathering together, neat, clean, fresh.....and rolling into hugh bales. They roll out of the baler....all tied up, ready to be up for winter. The smell of fresh cut hay and the dried hay bales should be bottled, how sweet a perfume.....and when the sun sets, the air gets heavy, the smell is even stronger, coupled with the honeysuckle blooming on the fence rows...well, no day in the city could bring such pleasure.....
The older I get the more I aprreciate such simple pleasures....every day I talk a walk around the hay field, through the woods.....and every day I see something new, delight in all that life brings me.......
4 comments:
Linda ~ this is beautiful. Your words described haying so eloquently. That's what my husband has been doing for days on end now. Hope there's a good harvest for all!
I enjoyed reading this post; very descriptive.
Please come the house in the roses, we are having a garden party and would love you to particpate.... come see!
Cielo
I grew up on a farm! Your entry made me go back in time to the harvest! thanks for the trip!
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