We have had a very good year for grasses. The first cutting for hay was made in early June. I always love this time of year. The smell of fresh cut hay is a delight of summer. The bales look like quiet sentinels keeping watch over the fields.
My son, Garrett and I went out at early dusk to catch the light on the barn and fields.
We're so lucky that this is just across the road from us. I never tire of the view, probably because every day it seems different. Sometimes in the morning the fog hovers in the lowland and I can watch the sun peek over the hillside when I walk down to get the morning paper. There is a pond down there and one behind us and many birds fly overhead going from one to the other.
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Garrett turned around and took this pic of our neighbor's house and our field just before the sun went over the horizon.
And I took this one of Garrett going all brown against the bale.
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