I've spent my time throwing bales of hay onto wagons and into barns. To think that I now complain of a hard day's work at the keyboard!The first day I spent haying, I wore shorts and a teeshirt and laughed at the "old" farmers (probably about my age now) who wore canvas pants and long-sleeved flannel shirts. By noon, I was sunburned and covered with scratches from briars and jagged hay, and stung by bees trapped in the bales (they were perturbed by the experience, understandably). You better believe I showed up fully garbed, gloved, and hatted the next day.This paean to hay almost makes me look back fondly on those days.
