did i post this same picture last year? it's like that movie with the kid who wants a bb gun - it never get's old.

Driving home I see men making hay.
Long windrows stretch out behind tractors.
Undulating stripes of light green and dark green.
Snaking and circling to the horizon.
And of course, I think of my husband.
The smell of silage and diesel and the roar of the mower stretching over the hills at dusk will always remind me of him.
That's why,
With my money from the divorce,
I'm buying a team of horses and putting up all my hay by hand.