Haying Season

Haying season is finally over. Well, except for needing to haul 400 round bales out of the field, it's over. Okay, it's not really over, but it's getting closer. You have to celebrate the little victories. Haying has to be one of my least favorite times of year around these parts. No, not because I'm particularly involved or kept busy every waking moment. Because that is the state my hubby is in along with a full-time job, so we rarely see him.

There are hay bales in this picture, but mostly I wanted to share the beauty of where we call home. Purty, isn't it?