Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Hay!

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I’m the son of a 3rd generation farmer
I've been married 10 years to the farmer’s daughter
I got 2 boys in the county 4-H
I'm a lifetime sponsor of the FFA
Hey that's what I make
I make a lot of Hay for a little pay
and I'm proud to say
I'm a God fearing hardworking combine driver
Hogging up the road on my p-p-p-p-plower
Chug-a-lug-a-lugin 5 miles an hour
On my International Harvester.

~ Lyrics sung by Craig Morgan


We have a hay field which backs up to our property. It is the time of year when farmers harvest the hay. It is ready to harvest when the seed heads are not quite ripe and the leaf is at its maximum. The grass is mowed and the cut material is allowed to dry so that the bulk of the moisture is removed but the leafy material is still robust enough to be picked up from the ground by machinery and processed into storage in bales, stacks or pits. We always enjoy when the field is freshly cut and the tractor picks up the hay and processes them into bales. If you look closely in the above photo, you can see a bale in mid air. Just one of the many signs and smells of summer...ah the fresh cut hay....ahchooo!

5 comments:

Janis said...

You ole country girl U! The sweet smells n sometimes bad smells of the country.

Heather said...

When I was a kid our house backed up to a farm field. though never hay, usually soybeans or corn. I live in a suburb and have to drive to farmer's markets now. I miss those farm fields!

Stephanie, Mama Dramatist said...

My Grandmother used to have us chant, "Load o'hay, Load o'hay, make a wish and look away!" And we'd make sweet wishes and smell that wonderful scent of newly cut hay...

Thanks for making me remember this morning!

hulagirlatheart said...

They're cuttin' and haulin' hay in these parts, too. It reminds me of my childhood. The only job hotter and itchier than haulin' hay is cuttin' tobacco. That comes later in the year here.

quilly said...

Just seeing this makes me itch! I used to go out and help with the haying on my uncle's farm. The guys would pick up the hay bales and through them on the truck as it slowly moved throught the filed, and us gilrs, on the truck, would grab them and stack them -- that isn't how it's done these days.

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