Friday, April 15, 2011
Lined up in a row in a steady rain, these hay wagons, await their summer work details. Having grown up as a city boy, there were lots nuances I had to become familiar with out here in the country. Hay season for one. Around these parts, for example, I've noticed that farmers usually have a two hay crop season--- late June and then again in the early fall. To get the hay crop cut, kicked, raked and baled without it being ruined by the impeding rain can keep farmers sweating bullets and constantly looking skyward. It's hard work. I admire these guys and gals running their rigs back and forth across the fields of gold. Me? I don't thick I was cut out for it. Heck, growing up, a piece of straw stuck in my white t-shirt would drive me crazy all day!