I have no idea if there is a second and third hay in this part of the world. One and only first hay should be enough in this parched and thirsty place. In a world that often feels out of control, wind rows and newly baled hay remind me that there is order and calm somewhere.
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smiles. i think the next crop has the same feel for me...we were just remarking today drivng through the fields about the corn already knee deep...
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