Karen 4/365
156 bales today (right side) + 69 bales earlier this year (right side
buried behind fresh stuff) + 60 some bales left from last year (left
side) + hay elevator yet to be put away (big metal thing) = this
picture. The damn baler broke before we even got started, and
thankfully our very nice neighbor let us borrow his tractor and baler
as he's "been there" before. I love good neighbors.
6 comments:
Wow! I could never be a farmer or a farmer's wife. I'd DIE!
I agree with Tanya - wow!
I also LOVE great neighbors!
your pic and comments are like a flash of a day of my childhood! A-choo!
Love haylofts!!!!
Wow! Super Woman! I used to borrow things like a cup of sugar... or a hint of vermouth for my martini. :)
I love your pictures Karen - I was born in Wheeling and my grandparents farmed in the Ohio Valley ( Martins Ferry area)...so while your barn looks SO MUCH Nicer than the one I grew up playing in, it still feels very homey for me. I know that smell in there - Hay, some hot, some old...the smell of animals - still there and those long dead - Oil and fuel ( In my grandparents case, cans or bottles of Pepsi hidden EVERYWHERE)
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