I can still vividly remember the freezing days of a few months ago, when I ached for sunshine and warmth. Well, we got it, folks, and I’m loving every bit of it!
Of course, summer does bring its own set of problems. One has to take into account the negative effects of sweat on the complexion. I always get very red when I’m hot, and so I stay away from hot pink and red. No need to look like some kind of hybrid tomato.
And of course, in the very hottest week of the year, we do our first cutting of hay. I asked Mom to take a few pictures this year to document this ritual. Here they are in all their glory.....
Maybe you can't tell, but I am HOT!
I meant to make a goofy face for the camera, but I look like I'm about ready to punch a hole through the roof....
Step #1 Bales get loaded by Dad onto the hay elevator
Step #2 Bales get dragged to a part of the loft with a hay hook. Bale dragging is usually my job but Josh Pierce was over helping that day. Yay for Josh!
I think that before anyone says they want to live on a farm, they need to come over during hay season. They just might change their mind!