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The sky spent the day in the same heavy dirty white of the earth. The horizon defined by barely melting snow soil.  It was eerie with stillness. 

No Hay Day

Yesterday – an hour before the tractor arrived to bale our hay –  it began to rain, just a little at first then the skies opened up and it rained and rained all morning.  We even went in and worked on rainy day jobs… Continue Reading “No Hay Day”