The old ways

In a landscape filled with industrial sized bales that nobody can lift any more, it’s so good to find somewhere making hay the old way, drying it over racks in the field.

Excellent clover too. Good grazing. See extra.

I remember this from childhood on my uncle’s farm. And much more recently, I remember being able to toss bales easily to the top of the stack in my own hay store. Lovely, fragrant green hay for the horses.

In other news, after consecutive nights painting till 1 am, the job is finished and the carpets went down. Much to do yet, but we can start moving in anyway.

And I am so-o-o tired. A weekend off beckons.