I know this is going to sound a little odd, but I freaking love spending time working on The Farm.

Seriously.

Of course by “The Farm,” I mean the farm ED grew up on and that by default I get invited to. I’d like to say it’s because of my sparkling personality, which is probably taken into account, but it is also because of my willingness to help out.

Which I totally do.

Except this time I forgot my work jeans. ED informed me that I should always, always, ALWAYS plan on having work jeans with me each time I go down there (that’s what she said… heheheh).

Step One

Use scary machine #1: The Swather

Cut the alfalfa with the super scary machine's razor sharp teeth.

Let the freshly cut windrows of alfalfa dry. For how long? Until it's ready. True farm folk can tell just by looking at it.

Step two

Use scary machine # 2: The Baler. Let said scary baler eat the perfectly dried hay.

It then chews it up, binds it and craps it out the back.

Step three

Pick up the bales of hay with the intimidating giant bale wagon that sorts and stacks them for you.

Carefully back up and unload the giant bale wagon thingy. Cover your eyes if you get nervous.

Actually, better yet, let it unload itself.

Pray it all doesn't tip over. Reassure the bunny hatch and the chickens that it won't.

That?

Well, that’s pretty much it.

The night after baling hay, eat lots of carbs, drink whiskey, play cards and sleep soundly. After all, you freaking deserve it.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

PS – more pictures of the farm/baling adventure can be seen HERE.

Summer Lessons Learned