Tales of a British expat, transplanted into the lush Tennessee countryside.
Nothing like the aroma of hay in the fields.
Now that does look like the very lushness of Tennessee.Have a happy day!
Love that aroma....is that your daughters place?
Yes, Doc that's my daughter's farm....So peaceful.~Jo
Jo, That's a great picture. I like to smell the hay being cut. Blessings, xoxo,Susie
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.
I can almost smell the hay!
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
Those bales are extremely long aren't they. What a beautiful landscape.
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.
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