If you have ever lived in the Midwest, or any farming community for that matter, you know exactly what I am talking about and pretty much guess the theme of my post. Think you know? Did you guess newly baled hay?
The guys have been busy getting in their first cutting of hay, unusual due to the massive amounts of rain that we have had. We ate supper last night at 9:00 and it appears that I am on "hay duty" late this morning. Not the worst job in the world.
But I digress. Last night when I heard the tractors pull in the driveway followed by two very large racks of hay, I ventured outside to find out how soon we would eat so I could put the finishing touches on supper. I was met with a smell that overloaded my senses. The air was permeated with the freshest smell you can imagine. Bouquets of roses don't even compare. I just stood and inhaled for about 30 seconds, relishing the smells of summer on a farm.
Our cattle were peering over the fence as they also had gotten a whiff of their favorite delicacy. They must have thought it was Christmas Eve and today they will get to enjoy the visions of sugarplums that must have danced in their heads all night.
Lots of hard work. Dan said that if he baled 10 racks of hay every day, he would probably be so strong and big. No doubt. As for me, I am content to just drive the baler and listen to my iPod.
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