Peevish Pen

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I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), Miracle of the Concrete Jesus & Other Stories, and several Kindle ebooks.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Yesterday Hay

Hay is now officially baled on all our farms: Polecat Creek, Smith Farm, the Brown Place. The weather was perfect for haying—hot and dry and sunny.

Her are some pictures I took yesterday of the bales in the front field of Smith Farm, my grandparents' place. Because the ground was so dry—no dew!—John started raking before nine yesterday morning. When I took the first two pictures below, he had only raked a row or two. The hay in the foreground is unraked:

He used his diesel tractor. Its covering provided him a bit of shade.

By late afternoon, the hay was baled.

 Notice the grassy spot to the left of the middle of the field. You can just barely see it. Looks like either a flattened bale or a place he missed, doesn't it?

Let's take a closer look. Sometimes things are not what they seem. Here's the spot—several quartz rocks go deep into the field. They're too big to dig up.  

My grandfather, I've heard tell, once tried to dynamite them. He must have gotten tired of plowing around them. Years ago, John chipped away with a sledgehammer in hopes he could flatten them enough to drive over them with the tractor. 

But the rocks won. That's why you'll always see this grassy place if you look at our field from the road.

Some things endure.


Blogger Snappy Di said...

Looks like a couple of rocks in our backyard that Hubby always mows around. Way too big to move so we just live with them and they are now considered yard decor. LOL


5:59 PM  
Blogger Sweet Virginia Breeze said...

Lots of hay being baled around here, too. I love the smell of fresh cut hay.
Glad John had some shade on the tractor - nothing is hotter than a hay field.

6:26 PM  
Blogger Amy Tate said...

Shannon and his dad have been working all day today. I keep running iced tea down to them every thirty minutes or so. I feel like I'm in a country music video, lol!

6:52 PM  

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