Hay Through My Window

Over the past few days, I’ve witnessed the haying process right through my dirty kitchen window!  I was “hiding” inside, as the grass pollen and I don’t agree on much…

First came Daniel.  He’s a hay cutting man!

While not as tall right there, the orchard grass just outside my yard on the other side was as high as my shoulder!  Aaaaaachoooooo!

Then, a couple of days later, Vernon went by, raking two windrows into one… which reduces the time and passes the baler must make.

Then, ta-da!, the baler goes by!

Yes, missing from this little story is the tractor that’s stacking the bales.

I’m very grateful for my haying crew… and that I can watch it from inside makes my nose and eyes that much happier!