We live five miles down the road from the Main St. in our town.
I love that drive in the spring when the hay fields grow, are cut down, and baled.
With the long growing season here there are 3 or 4 cuttings and during the spring and summer we drive past fields at all different stages of harvest.
I love that drive in the spring when the hay fields grow, are cut down, and baled.
With the long growing season here there are 3 or 4 cuttings and during the spring and summer we drive past fields at all different stages of harvest.
I'm the first to admit that I know nothing about hay. When Robert and I were engaged and driving up to Bear Lake for a raspberry shake, I commented on the "cute bales of hay" in the field next to the road. Robert was a bit shocked and said "they are NOT cute, especially when you have to throw them into the back of a truck!"
Here it is mostly wheels.Last year Logan called them "rolly dudes." He's probably grown out of saying that this year, but we love driving by them all the same.
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