This time of year, we are so busy that I don't even know what day it is.
Last Thursday, I went about thinking it was Monday.
We have a few weeks of rising at 4am and hitting the pillow at 10pm...or later... totally exhausted, but comforted in the feeling that we are making progress.
I bake and I cook trying to keep Darren full of good things to keep his stamina up.
Most days, I can't even accomplish a quarter of what is on my list.
All for this...
Darren swathes, and fluffs, and bales and we pray for no rain.
God has been so good this year...our weather has been hot and breezy.
Perfect for haying.
The boys have been baling this year and like to look at their work.
Giving your little brother a piggy back makes his view a little better:).
I go to bed long after Darren, open my window wide, and drift off to sleep with the sweet grass aroma lingering on a warm breeze.