My friend Wade hasn't had the best of luck getting the first haying of the Summer done up on the meadow. June was a particularly wet month, and you just can't cut and bale wet hay. He's just had a few brief dry stretches interrupted by the rains, and he's way behind schedule. But it looks like he'll finally finish up during this current dry stretch; the hay is all cut, and yesterday morning he was turning and lining it up to be baled. He was certainly pushing that that rusty old tractor of his when I last saw him!
© 2018 by A. Roy Hilbinger
When I was a kid, we lived on an unfarmed 4.7 acre piece of land. My dad would occasionally mow our huge field, and then borrow a hay-baling machine so we had plenty of hay to feed our horses. The machine used to fascinate me.
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