I was driving back home from the homestead when I saw the prettiest thing... Square bales of golden hay dotting along the field...
Saturday, June 9, 2012
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Day to Day Life, Urban Homesteading, Poetry, Lyrics and the occasional Epiphany.
As long as they're mowed properly, there's no such thing as an ugly hay field.
ReplyDeleteAgreed, Gorges!
ReplyDeleteyup, tis a sight and smell that excedes any sight or smell of the brick and blacktop in the city.
ReplyDeleteyou can take the girl out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the girl
ReplyDeleteTrue true!
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