I love this time of year when it is time to bale the hay. I love the heat, and the work, and the time together as a family. I love the way it looks in the field through each of the stages; I love the clean, neat rows; the familiar smell; and I love the feeling of it being stored safely in the barn for the winter.
|Yeah, it's old...but it's ours...|
So that’s where my mind was traveling this day as we hayed. Once I had been brought back to this place in my past, my mind continued on a wonderful journey of its own to other memories of Grandpa’s ranch. I could go on and on with those memories, and that is what I did as I worked.
I don’t know; maybe those memories and those experiences are why I love so much the haying time now. Now, granted I always worry until the job is done. I worry about whether we are going to be able to get the hay cut when it is time. I worry about whether it is going to get rained on once it is in the field, cut and drying, waiting to be baled. And I worry about whether the equipment is going to work well enough to get the job done to completion. As I said before our equipment is old. So old in fact, that it isn’t always easy to find the parts we need. St Johns Implement in Airway Heights is usually the only place that can or will help us. One time in particular when I had to go into St. Johns, the guys that worked there showed me a picture of the piece of equipment that needed the part I was requesting. We all got a good laugh, because in their parts book, there was a hand drawn picture of the exact same piece of equipment as ours; but it was being pulled by a horse!! I laughed when I told them we were still actually using that equipment and so did they. On a side note though, those guys at St. John’s are the absolute best! They never gave up until they found that part; and there has since been more than a few times they have done that for us. Businesses like St. Johns is what keeps me holding on with such fondness for the way things used to be.
So we continue each year: spraying, fertilizing, cutting, and baling…all the things it takes to get good hay. My husband got a small reward this year, when someone saw him in the field and stopped to ask him what it was we do to keep our field so weed-free. Ours was the best looking field out here the neighbor told him! I saw those tired, old shoulders stand a little straighter when my husband heard that compliment offered for no other reason than because it was true.
Anyway, not so sure my guys love haying the field as much as I do. That is understandable though, when they are the ones that do most of the work. But HAY, if nothing else, we’re making great memories and I can’t wait for the grandkids!
|"The one I was looking for!"|