Mowing hay

Summer's here. We have hay down on two different farms. DH and Grandpa plan to plow up each of those fields later and plant a new crop.

That said ... I should have stayed at work today instead of coming home early. I got roped into helping change a tire on the hay rake; watched Grandpa tweak the ground-drive mechanism; and helped DH hitch up hay wagons and the rake.

With all the long grass growing up around them, the wagon tongues were not only heavy but tangled in long grass. DH had to help me with the elevator.

Spring colors are so bright they looked computer=generated: brilliant blue sky and clear spring green of the new leaves. By the end of summer everything looks tired, dusty and faded but now everything is new and all things are possible as far as having good crops and good prices.