Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Second cutting

Few things smell sweeter than freshly mown hay drying in the sun.
I love hay-cutting seasons, which kind of remind me of canning for cattle, except the preservation doesn’t go into jars but into gigantic rolls of dried grasses. 

There’s satisfaction in providing for the needs of critters as well as our families, and in knowing they’ll be well fed when the snow flies.

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