H(ay) Day Invasion

We rent the farm across the road primarily to make hay on. With all of the machinery involved making hay over there has always seemed like a military invasion. I usually establish a beach head in the field right across the road, and from there we push further and further into the fields until we have conquered the whole farm. This afternoon I plan to take the hill. By the time we are done with hay the fields are all bare and the machines occupy the top of the hill. I am not sure why I tend to think of these things in militaristic terms, because ultimately I am pretty much a pacifist.