Hay Time
Over the last couple of weeks our neighbour has been cutting, tedding and baling our hay. This weekend the bottom field was baled and the rest of the fields were cut. It was beautiful. The sun began to go down, tinting everything with a soft glow, the world couldn’t have looked more harmonious. Walking our land, clear of high growth for the first time since we bought it (for the first time in many years actually), we began again…