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Sunday, 3 June 2012
Goodness Gracious, Great Bales of Hay!
OK, it's just a hay bale, as seen in almost every country in the world. A bit of grass, a bit of sun, a few machines and hay-presto!
But, mes amis, this is not just any old bale, this bale comes from OUR land; and it's our VERY FIRST bale. My friend José has just finished his first round of hay-making, and this will go to feed his gourmet cows this winter.
In the days when they still produced small rectangular bales, at the first sound of the baler we would all grab our pitch forks and head for the fields. Getting the bales inside whilst still dry was essential, and we all set-to with real purpose (and a lot of fun). Nowadays these big round bales are usually left outside until time allows for them to be stacked somewhere more convenient. José, I'm pleased to say, usually takes them away within days.
Imagine trying to lift one of these mothers onto a trailer with a pitch fork!
We went with friends to the Scallop festival in Whitianga; a charming
seaside town in the Coromandal District.
Had a great time...5000 people, lots of wine...
3 years ago
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
This is a daily, optimistic, 'photos and comments' blog. I make no judgements (only occasionally), just notes. If you wish to comment in any way at all, please feel free. Everything and everyone is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 44 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), a Border Collie/Black Lab' cross called Bok, a cat called Freddie, plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!