Today we're cutting all of the hayfields on the farm. The hay has practically been begging us to mow it. Beautiful, ain't it?
The Lord is so kind. Look at the weather he's sending us this week.
Of course, something always goes wrong when you're working. Today, it was getting an old cedar stuck in the mower blades.
That little problem out of the way, mowing could continue.
One field down, five to go.
By the way, they say that making hay is difficult. I don't know about that. It seems rather cut and dried to me. The neighbors try to get their kids to help them get up hay. But they always bale.
Oh, what do you call Australian hay? Hi.
OK, I'll stop 😉