Peace
I admit it. I have a thing for hay fields. I guess that's pretty obvious since I got married in one, right?!? I think they are the most peaceful and gorgeous sights that pop up all over farms in early summer.
However, I don't love hay season because this is where you can find my husband for what seems like weeks on end until waaay past dark:
Over the past month I have eaten several of my dinners in a tractor cab. I did get to drive this beauty and it was quite the experience.
Ben: Push this lever on the first bang that shakes the tractor, then push this lever on the second bang. Don't worry, you won't miss it.
Me: Huh??
I wanted to know exactly what these bangs were, so I hopped out and I finally know how a baler works!
You drive over the piles of hay
and it sucks it up like so:
Then comes the fun part - making the bale!
(somewhere in there are two bangs!)
There you have it! A happy bale!
And a peaceful bale-filled hay field.
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However, I don't love hay season because this is where you can find my husband for what seems like weeks on end until waaay past dark:
Over the past month I have eaten several of my dinners in a tractor cab. I did get to drive this beauty and it was quite the experience.
Ben: Push this lever on the first bang that shakes the tractor, then push this lever on the second bang. Don't worry, you won't miss it.
Me: Huh??
I wanted to know exactly what these bangs were, so I hopped out and I finally know how a baler works!
You drive over the piles of hay
and it sucks it up like so:
Then comes the fun part - making the bale!
(somewhere in there are two bangs!)
There you have it! A happy bale!
And a peaceful bale-filled hay field.