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Thursday, August 28, 2014

Haying season

 This field is down the road from my house.  It's on it's second round of haying.  I love seeing the hay cut and left in rows to dry before it's baled.  It smells wonderful (although it's not good for my allergies!)  That smell brings back memories of time on the farm, when I was just a girl.


 The wagon waits at the edge of the field, and will soon be filled with bales of hay.


The beauty of this field extends to the edges of it, where wild flowers grow in abundance.  Such a pretty place to walk!

22 comments:

White Lace and Promises said...

I wish I had your talent for photography. What kind of camera do you have? I love all the photos, but I really like the wagon. Just love seeing any kind of farm equipment in a field.

Judy said...

Great photos! I love it when our hay gets cut, we had gotten two cuttings this year from it.

Linda E said...

There is nothing like the smell of hay that has been mowed and waiting to bale. Your pictures look peaceful, as well as pretty.

Terri D said...

It is very pretty, those edges of the fields. Two small fields were just baled down the street from us. Not a farm, but a very large piece of property that used to have horses. Now they let the grass grow, mow it down and then it is rolled into those big rolls of hay, instead of bales.

Karen said...

Pretty pictures. There's something satisfying about seeing a field of hay all cut and baled or rolled. I can only imagine how it must feel for the farmer who grew it and put all that work into cutting.

Sola Scriptura said...

I agree with the others, your photos are great! This post reminds me that autumn is nearly upon us.

Patsy said...

We love having a hay field close , it is time for a sec cut but I think he broke the cutter last week on a fallen tree.

Carrie B. said...

You live in such a pretty area and these pics are beautiful and just scream late summer. Can just feel that transition to Fall.

Have a great holiday weekend!!

Cherdecor said...

These pictures remind me of the days when I was a kid on the farm. I always loved the smell of hay.

Amy at love made my home said...

It is a definite sign of the changes in the seasons when you start to see things like this isn't it. xx

Brooke said...

lovely!
have a great holiday weekend!!!

Simply Linda said...

Thank you for the wonderful memories..Blessings

Susan Newbigging said...

Love your photos. I love farm life. I was raised on a farm.

Kerin said...

Harvest time is such a wonderful time!
Love the smell of fresh mowed hay, and seeing all the hay bales sitting in a field, waiting to be stacked.

Your pictures are so pretty, and capture this wonderful time of year!!

Ceil said...

HI Mari! What beautiful and so green! photos.
Do you remember when you posted about celery? I have told so many people about that. I had no idea how celery grew or was harvested.

You are really teaching me a lot about farming :)
Happy Labor Day Weekend. I hope your allergies behave!
Ceil

Kimberly Hoyt said...

I'm with you: I love the smell of fresh mown hay but my allergies don't appreciate it :(

Nevertheless, there's something very satisfying to see the mown hay and then the bales. Life in the country!

Jenny said...

Mmmm, the smell of fresh hay warming in the late-summer sun! Even this city girl can appreciate that. xoxo

Betsy Brock said...

Beautiful...I always love the wild flowers that grow on the sides of the road!

Beth said...

Esp. like the photo with the wagon. We have three fields that a farmer neighbor gets two cuttings of hay from. That way, we don't have to mow it and he gets hay. Works out great!

Sandra said...

Beautiful, is there anything more pretty than wildflowers too?

Sally said...

When I used to go "over home" I enjoyed watching the process of baling hay. I love your photo's. Take care!

Jean Stauffer said...

This reminds me of a story about my sister Barb. She's the one that lives in Idaho. They are big time farmers. When she first married John she worked as a nurse and was adjusting to the never-ending work of a dairy and crop farm. When the first haying was done, she said with relief, "Well, at least that's done for the year!" And he had to tell her that no, it was not!