Look at this happy girl in the hay!
Morgan has never been so happy to help with hay in her life! She loved climbing on the mountain of hay. And she was so happy to see the hay elevator back in operation, too, since last time we were putting hay in the loft a few weeks ago, we were doing it the old-fashioned way up the stairs.
Not this time!
Also, importantly, this time we had help.
That’s my most excellent neighbor Jim on the trailer with Morgan, and Morgan’s high school friend Bradley at the loft window. Another neighbor, Bud, was also in the loft stacking. I was loading bales on the elevator from the bottom and was helping, too, swear!
It was amazing how quickly that hay came off the trailer with that much help.
It was under an hour, from start to stacked.
Last few bales coming off:
I love the feeling of standing in a loft filled with hay. It is one of the most secure feelings in the world when you have a farm, the knowledge that your livestock is taken care of for the winter.
Times like these make me think of how isolated we were at Stringtown Rising. Yes, there were neighbors there, too. In fact, a wonderful ‘hood of quirky characters that you can read more about in my book. Frank and Ed and Skip and the Ornery Angel–I miss them sometimes! Yet the way the house there was set up on the hill, blocked by the steep terrain and trees, it felt very remote. While the ‘hood was nearby, you had to come down off the hill to be part of it. Here, even though it’s still very rural, the farm is much more open. There’s no steep drive to access the house and farm. Neighbors drive by and wave, or just pull in to chat if they see me outside, and they can see the animals in the fields as they go by. It all lends itself to more of a community vibe, in a different way. I never feel alone here. I know my neighbors are watching after me, and jumping in to help a neighbor get hay in the barn is just a way of life, country life and country style, where neighbors still help neighbors. It’s a good feeling.
Like the feeling of standing on an empty trailer knowing all that hay is stacked in the loft.
Yeah. It all feels so good!