I’d rather be mowing hay
Another Nor’easter rages outside my window. The winds are howling, the snow is falling and the temperature is dropping. Oh, how I’d rather be mowing hay in the summer sunshine!
SNOWmageddon and the last loaf of bread
STELLAAAA! STELLLLLAAAAAAA!! The afternoon before the storm, the local forecast had people whipped into a frenzy. Schools closed, businesses shut down and the governor declared a state of emergency in anticipation of Stella. All this sent hoards of preppers to the grocery store for the customary storm supplies: milk and bread. I, however, thought that…
Make hay when the sun shines
Usually by this time of year, we are done with first cut hay and the haymow is filled to the ceiling. However, Mother Nature, in all her fickleness, has seen to it that we’ve only had seven days of sunshine in the last five weeks. Rain has been the norm. Now, if you don’t know…
Weekly Photo Challenge – Symbol (family farm)
A tractor in the field. The sweet smell of freshly mowed hay blowing through the air. The steady drum beat of the hay baler. Harbingers of haying season and hard work. Weekly Photo Challenge
The Farmers in the Dell 