Baling Hay

Another beautiful day in the Northwoods.  Neighbor Blake raked the hay into rows and soon after the baler came through.  A lot of pretty bales dot the field now.  There are more bales than other years - the grass was tall and thick when it was cut.  I watched the whole process while sitting out on the deck listening to an audio book, sipping a Pepsi, my bare feet in the sun. Whip preferred to stretch out in the shade most of the time but every so often I threw a treat into the grass for her to sniff out.  Summer doesn't get much better than this.  Life is good.