Done, Done, Done!

I don’t know why but this hay season has been particularly hard. Nothing has changed over the year except that I am one year older and I know that can not be the problem. I mean, one year could not make that much of a difference, chould it?

My mind says no, but I believe my body is saying differently.

Anyway, hay season is done for the year. The hay is all stacked in the respective barns, the equipment has been cleaned and stacked in order and are in their storage bays until it is time to bring them out again  next year. The cows will have feed through the winter. And I am tired.

I am sure that a few days of down time and I will be back to my old self, but for today, I would like to run away. But it just seems like too much of an effort to do that. Instead, I’ll hook up the rotary mower to the small tractor, slap on my straw hat, and spend some quality time mowing down Canadian Thistles while I contemplate the meaning of life (this always seems to cheer me up).