Sunday here on the farm was Hay Day. Those two little words invoke pure happiness (oooh, the sweet aroma of fresh cut hay, and hooray for a full loft of hay for the horses!)…. and it also invokes heavy sighs and eye rolls (allergies, a lot of heavy lifting and tossing and sweat.)
This year, our kids’ significant others joined in and I gotta say, both have proven once and for all they are in-law material. Kidding!.. but really not!
Decent feed hay around these parts now costs $10 per bale- and those aren’t the big bales. By making our own hay, we have saved about $4000 to feed our horses this year – well worth the sweat equity and seed cost last year.
Have I told you lately how much I love my kiddos? And while we aren’t a full working farm in the way many of our ancestors may have been- more of a farmette compared to the previous occupants of this land, despite the work it takes to keep the place up and bring in the few crops we manage – it’s a good life, a reaffirming life. I appreciate every single day we get to do this.
Meanwhile.. back at the house – little Sally AKA Scout, Maddie, Olivia, Penny…. is doing just fine. The other three dogs are accepting her slowly and she is just a love bug. Now, if we could only decide on a name that suits her…..
