At my parents house. The field was being mown. And to a little boy who loves tractors it's a happy afternoon...
And walk in the field in the evening sunshine after the mower has gone. Brings back happy childhood memories of haymaking time. Memories of my dad helping to rake the cut grass into long winding rows for the baler, me jumping the rows and collecting stray pieces to add to the piles. Of my older cousins riding way up on top of the hay wagon. Golden evenings and being tucked up in bed as the sun drops behind the hill, falling asleep with the sounds of work and laughter drifting in on the breeze through the open window...
It's all done by machine now of course. But the smell of hay that fills the air hasn't changed at all. And the kids went to bed like a dream :)
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