A couple of weeks ago, this blog post from my friend Nell, made me realize that I ought to go out and take some pictures of my field. There is a time of year when it is at a certain peak of beauty. Really it looks pretty amazing all the time – in all of it’s different stages – but sometime in early June. . . it’s really kind of breathtaking.
There are all kinds of wildflowers – I don’t even know the names of most of them. But they’re so lovely.
Now, as they say, there is a time for every season. It’s a good thing I got out there and took the pictures because the very next day, they were GONE! Believe it or not, the season for wildflowers in my field is already over.
I know I’ve mentioned the farmer who comes to mow our field before. It’s a great exchange for everyone concerned. He gets the hay for his cows and we get the field maintained. If it weren’t mowed it would turn into a forest. Perfect. For many years he would come during the first week of August but that has changed to sometime in late June. By August, the wildflowers would mostly be dried up and done for the year. This way, the cows get to eat all of those delicious wildflowers. . . do cows eat wildflowers? I think they must.
The Mowing of the Field has become an exciting annual event around here. When my kids were smaller, they would beg to be allowed to climb on the tractors stored in our yard. I have a lot of great memories (and photos) of them posing on the tractors and bailers and hay wagons. From the time that the first mower pulls in until the last truck (they take the hay away on an 18 wheeler now instead of a hay wagon) pulls out, the whole family is watching and checking on the progress. We are lucky to have this arrangement and I think we are lucky to get to watch the show and not have to do the chore ourselves.
Once the hay is made (while the sun shines), it has to get baled. These days they are making the big round bales – that’s why they use the 18 wheeler instead of a hay wagon now. The round bales are very fetching out there in the field as well.
Yesterday, just after the end of our son’s pool party, our friend the farmer showed up again to collect the machinery and some of the hay. Since the growing season is still in full swing around here, we will get to see more wildflowers before the end of the year. They won’t grow as tall, but they will grow. It’s almost like a second spring for us. Until next year – we say, THANKS, to our farmer friend. See you when it’s time to make the hay again!
I think there is not much that says SUMMER quite so loudly as haying season. Did you grow up on a farm? Do you live/work on one now? Have you ever made or helped to make hay? I’d love to hear about it.
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