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Haystacks 6


It's a long time since I posted a haystack. Haymaking is in full swing at this time of year. From this field you can also see the windfarm in the distance.

Musing:
From Haymaking by Thomas English
"A wonderful thing is your mowing machine,
That sweeps o'er the meadow in merciless way;
But I sigh for the scythe, curved and tempered and keen,
And the labor and joy of the earlier day;
I sigh for the toil that was mingled with fun,
The contentment we felt when the end had been won,
And the sound, peaceful slumber when daylight was done."
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  1. MavisFebruary 26, 2009 at 8:48 PM

    Excellent combination, I love the photograph and enjoyed the poem.

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  2. JulieFebruary 26, 2009 at 10:38 PM

    I do not think I have see a roll of hay upclose before. I have seen bales of hay in paddock - indeed, driven a tractor as they were tossed onto the trailer - but never rolls. They are very beautiful to this eye.

    Lovely evocative image. I love my country seeing it through your eyes.

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  3. UnknownFebruary 27, 2009 at 1:22 AM

    This is so cool! Beautiful shot!

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  4. PJFebruary 27, 2009 at 11:33 AM

    Wouldn't it be wonderful to have nothing in life to do but bring in the hay?

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  5. Joan ElizabethFebruary 27, 2009 at 9:13 PM

    Julie, you wouldn't be throwing these about. They are huge. It's rare to see hay bales anymore.

    I have never seen the equipment creating the rolls, I think that would be interesting.

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