Making Hay

When I got to the stables this evening to feed and check on Mouse, the paddocks set aside for hay had all been turned and heaped up ready to be baled. I love everything about this other than the scratched arms, from lifting bales onto the hay rick!
The smell of warm hay is lovely, you can smell it all round the yard, then there is the chugging sound of the bailer as it grabs the hay into bales.
Maybe its because I lived all my younger years on farms, or maybe it is simply lovely.
YOU CAN TAKE THE GIRL OUT OF THE COUNTRY, BUT YOU CAN'T TAKE THE COUNTRY OUT OF THE GIRL!