having a hay day

We've had some hay-baling going on around here.

It's about time.

We've had so much rain this year;

we're a little behind schedule.

I like to look at it with the perspective that the

baby red-winged black birds had plenty of time

to grow up, and leave their nests.

It's one of the saddest days of Summer to see

momma and daddy birds looking for their babies

that disappeared under the hay cutter.

I'm happy that wasn't this year;

but I'm keeping that sentiment to myself.

Men don't always think that way...

Patchwork.

We're pretty grateful for our handy hay elevator.

I remember back when Dad had to throw each

bale up to the loft by hand.

Now, Joe puts it on off the wagon...

and Dad receives it at the top to stack.

That dusty old hayloft brings back the memories...

Hide-and-seek, newborn kittens, cobwebs, and clover smells.

I somehow got out of helping this time;

I weeded my ginormous corn patch instead...

The green beans are starting to twine their way around

the corn stalks

and we're ready to plant the third sister -

some pumpkins and squash.

But I have to get those pesky weeds out first.

Ever heard of the corn needing to be

knee-high by the fourth of July?

We're ahead of schedule.

This is just a portion of the weeds that I removed today.

If you're not impressed...

Huck was.

(can't you tell?)

And then he got tired just thinking about it.