Uniquely Mine: The view from the tractor as I cut hay.
Sunday, I could swear the color was changing before my very eyes.
Clearly, I am a pretty blessed girl. I get to cut as many fields during haying season as I want to. Sometimes, like this year (lucky us), up to three cuttings in some locations. But field, after field, after field for three solid days in a row with five and six hour stretches at a time may be my limit.
I know poor me. Honestly, I love that stinkin’ cutter, it’s such a blast to drive. When the fields are smooth we dang near FLY! It’s kinda like sailing with a really powerful motor. I know, that doesn’t even make sense. Guess a person just has to experience it first hand. It’s just simply awesome!
With the ever changing colors up here in Northern Michigan it’s been hard at times to concentrate on mowing straight lines or basically just getting it all cut. I can blame the scenery of course, but it could be too that my brain is just fried. Yesterday, I was especially bad and left some more than my normal amount in the field, or as my Dad calls: “Share Cropping”. Translation: Leaving Your Share In The Field. Yah, well I like to think of it as leaving it for the deer.
There’s good news and bad news.
The good news is: I don’t have to worry about concentrating so hard or being distracted anymore because yesterday, at about 7pm, as I was driving out of a field, I called my husband and said, “Okay, I’m done here and I quit. I’m ready to play house and do domestic stuff now”. He said, “Good. There’s no more to cut”.
The bad news is: I now have to do domestic stuff.
Until next year, yah “Screaming Mean Green Machine”!
I wonder how that buggar would work in the shrub beds?