It happened this week in our back paddock. Literally, not metaphorically.
Blue skies - perfect for cutting and drying.Overcast days later in the week; perfect for baling and stacking.
Milly was intrigued, as was I. I felt like we were real farmers although I didn't lift a finger. There's a deep philosophical discussion here about seizing the day & etc but after a day of 40 degree heat and an enormous and delicious wedding anniversary lunch here (Just look at that view over the vinyards!) I'm just not up to it.
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