Monday, August 8, 2016

Memories...


This time of year these hay bales are a common sight in my area.  I love seeing them out in the field!  Before they are formed into the round bales the hay is cut and left to dry in rows.  The smell of the fresh cut hay is wonderful.  (I've always thought they should make a candle in that scent!)
I grew up on a farm, and the sight and smell of hay brings me back to those childhood summers.  It was a busy time for my parents.  I remember that my mom seemed to be constantly taking care of the garden and canning, and Dad spent long days in the fields.  One of my favorite summer memories is that often, my mom would pack a lunch for him, and for my brother and I.  We were the oldest kids and we would walk out to wherever he was working and bring him lunch.  Sometimes we would get a tractor ride before we went home too.  Good memories!

19 comments:

Heather said...

I love the smell of fresh cut hay. It's right up there with fresh cut grass!

Linda Eller said...

Those are good memories. We reared our children on a farm and enjoyed the sights and smells too.

Doris said...

I lived on a farm till I was 9. I loved the smell of hay.....but now my lungs protest. Same with a fresh mowed lawn :(
Good to see your posts again!

Joyful said...

I love travelling to the far north where I'm from. There in the summer I see miles of rolled hay bales and it too brings back memories.

Mildred said...

I love the smell but it makes me sneeze! Isn't it nice how certain smells bring to mind a memory from long ago. Such a sweet memory from your childhood. Hope you enjoy the day.

HOOTIN ANNI said...

I too love the smell of cut hay [and grass for that matter]

Around here it's hay AND cotton bales like you show us.

Arlene Grimm said...

Your memories are much like my own Mari. Growing up on a farm, summer was busy busy.

Simply Linda said...

My husband was raised on a farm/throughbred farm...I do miss my late father in-law...no hay here yet in western NY, severe drought...sad to say. smiles

Terri D said...

Back in "my days" the straw and hay was baled and not rolled like we see today. The most fun was building tunnels and forts with the bales, up in the barn. Sure couldn't do that with those huge rolls. The smell is wonderful, though, and I agree about the candle scent... Yankee Candle should jump on that one! :)

Karen said...

I love seeing the hay bales in the fields. I try to imagine how satisfying it must be for the farmers who grew all that hay and now get to see the rewards of their work.

Terri said...

I love that smell too - one of my favorites. bringing lunch to dad was great except if you walked into a pheasant nest!

Carrie B. said...

Just love this Mari! And I love how the smell of something can bring us back so vividly to great memories like that. Thanks for sharing Sweetie! xoxo

Bethany Carson said...

Good photo. I like the smell of hay as well. Enjoyed hearing your memories. We have a large garden, and it seems the work associated with it is always ongoing in the summer.

Jenny said...

I love how your love of country living, and your lovely part of the world, can be felt in your pictures. xoxo

LL Cool Joe said...

Your childhood sounds like something from Little House on the Prairie! I used to watch that and wonder why some children had such idilic lives and others didn't.

Cherdecor said...

I have always loved the smell of freshly cut hay too. It brings back wonderful memories of living on the farm when days were slow but the years went fast.

Laura said...

Such fun memories! I wonder why Aunt Terri wasn't trusted to bring Grandpa lunch? :) I remember you talking about adventuring and finding fossils out there too!

White Lace and Promises said...

I love this sight! It makes me think of home. sniff. sniff.

Mary said...

In the 90s I ran across a scented oil called new mown hay, in a catalog and had to order it. I loved the fragrance. When my daughter moved back to Massachusetts after living in Kalamazoo while attending WMU, I flew out to drive back with her and we passed so many vast stretches of farmland with those huge round bales of hay.