It's been too dry, but, we're getting some good alfalfa made. When DH is in the highly mechanized part of it, mowing, raking and baling, I enjoy the commotion and the scent of new mown hay.
However, the bales must go from the wagons up into the hay mow somehow. So we all help unload wagons, put the bales on the elevator (think of a conveyor belt) and DH and the boys stack it in the mow.
We have a century-old bank barn. The oldest parts are pegged together. The newer areas, such as a granary and the doorway to the cow stable, is done with square-headed nails. The mow is actually the whole top floor of the barn. From floor to roof peak is 30 or 40 feet, stacked to the rafters and beyond with hay and straw.
It sounds and looks overwhelming, but, like a lot of worthwhile projects, we do it a little bit at a time and "keep everlastingly at it."
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