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Friday, September 5, 2014

Summer Sweetness



It's hay baling time in Tennessee.
The sweet aroma of newly cut grasses float across gentle breezes.
Becoming fodder for the beasts on cold Winter days.

10 comments:

Linda Kay said...

Nothing like the aroma of hay in the fields.

Patsy said...

Now that does look like the very lushness of Tennessee.
Have a happy day!

Doc said...

Love that aroma....is that your daughters place?

A Brit in Tennessee said...

Yes, Doc that's my daughter's farm....
So peaceful.
~Jo

Susie said...

Jo, That's a great picture. I like to smell the hay being cut. Blessings, xoxo,Susie

Henny Penny said...

I love the sweet smell of hay. The farm is beautiful. I get carried away looking at your blog and forget there are other things I need to be doing.

Terry said...

I can almost smell the hay!

Janice Kay Schaub said...

brings memories of childhood and my friends farm. We loved harvest time and bailing hay. Riding the combine and watching rabbits scurry for cover. The men would hunt rabbits for dinner. Something I never saw happen but heard them talk and they would have a shot gun handy just in case. I was naive and really didn't think of the poor bunny at the time.
Janice

Star said...

Those bales are extremely long aren't they. What a beautiful landscape.

L. D. said...

The two rows of bales makes a great composition. We are seeing some bales still being made now but the season is running out for them. They bale cornstalks here for bedding for animals.