Bob finished plugging every nook and cranny of the hayloft on August 13th (above). It was our 32nd wedding anniversary, so I remember the date.
Last week he baled the west half of the pasture and filled two baskets and five racks. That hay was sold or stored in the machine shed.
We have had a wet summer, and rain makes hay. Our sheep will not go hungry this winter.
Bob and his hired help, John, needed supper in the field. I work in Des Moines, so I raced through Culvers on my way home.
"Doing a lot of this tonight," was my Twitter caption for this photo.
A hay basket broke on this gravel road, spilling the contents. Bob stacked the bales on the side and Caroline and I waited for him to return with the flat-bed trailer.
An old farmer stopped to give us this stool sample.
Hay rack selfie.