I love the hay when it is tall and blowing in the breeze.
I love the fields when they are being cut.
I love the fields when the bales are made and waiting to be picked up and brought into storage.
I love driving 10 miles per hour behind a big tractor loaded to the hilt with their efforts. Seriously, it is one of those times when I stop to smell .... the .... hay.
It surely is good living here in Northeast CT.