Monday, August 8, 2016
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!
Posted by Mari at 9:39 PM