Every year I try to convince myself that haying is not so bad. Just once a year and then it’s mostly over. But you know…. I freaking HATE haying season. My back is aching, my thighs are sore, my sinuses are blocked, and I am covered in little red scratchy bumps. I am however clean now after a truly rapturous soak in my clawfoot bathtub.
If I ever win the lottery, it’s not going to be boats, and cars, and fancy toys that I spend money on first. It’s going to be a hayloft full of an entire year’s worth of premium hay stacked by a bunch of strong young guys. I will sit in a lawn chair and sip iced tea with my feet up and watch.
In the meantime… back to haying tomorrow.