The hay rake, that is.
|My husband starts his tractor that had been parked in the front yard.|
Thanks to the run of good weather, we're in the midst of making our fall hay crop. Since our fields are located at different farms, moving equipment from one farm to another is necessary. The other day, I followed the rake to Smith Farm in Union Hall.
|The tractor pulling the rake leaves our yard . . .|
|. . . and heads for Novelty Road . . . |
|. . . toward Union Hall.|
|Thankfully, there's no traffic.|
|Progress is slow. The tractor isn't going as fast as 40 MPH.|
|But we're making progress. Now approaching the Rt. 40 intersection.|
|Near the intersection, another tractor pulls out.|
|On Route 40. We got a convoy!|
|In downtown Union Hall, the other tractor (also pulling a rake) turns off.|
|Just turned onto Kemp Ford Road.|
|That's the old Union Hall Grocery (circa 1900) to the left.|
|An even older former grocery—and, I'm told, the old telegraph office.|
I've heard that local boys enlisted in the Confederate army there.
|Almost ready to make a right turn.|
|In the home stretch. Almost there.|
|Our graveyard is at the left. And then our hayfield.|
|The tractor and rake parked at the edge of our woods.|
|The field is ready to cut. A day or two later it'll be raked.|
And that's how the tractor and rake progressed to Smith Farm.
Labels: farming, rural life