3.07.2012

farmers

when i was growing up (shhh, sometimes i refer to myself as a grownup), my family used to help our good friends hay their fields about two or three times a year. those were some of my fondest memories from childhood; being a little girl riding in the back of the hay wagon through the muddy pastures, walking through the dark woods, being scared by the rhyme, "lions and tigers and bears, oh my," tossing bales into the wagon, although i usually ended up dropping them and spewing hay everywhere (BIG surprise there). anyhow. here's today's picture.