The spring before we moved to our farm was an unusually wet one along the
Front Range. Since there were no livestock living in the pastures of our new place before we arrived, the grass was about 2-3 feet high by the time our moving truck pulled up the gravel driveway. Knowing we would have plenty of use for the hay all this grass would provide, we quickly found a local farmer willing to cut and bale for us. Being from the suburbs, we had never actually watched this process before and we were enthralled each day when the farmer showed up with a new piece of very large farming equipment – cutting the first day, letting it sit for a day to dry, then coming back with a contraption that looked like a series of pinwheels, which would fluff up and flip the dried grass over into what were called wind rows. This then sat for another half day, before it was dry enough to run through the baler. In the end, we had about 75 bales of freshly cut hay dotting the back 3 acres.
When it was all said and done, we were hot, sweaty, itchy and tired, but it felt really good. The joy of doing a concrete job together as a family while laughing and playing made it well worth the exhaustion. I commented that by next year, we’d probably have a pick-up truck to bring in the hay and the girls said, “No! It’s much more fun doing it this way!”
Life Lesson: Make the Most of What You’ve Got!