Today our amazing neighbor cut the hay in our fields, cause you see that big tractor pulling the cutter thing, we don’t have those. (Nor do us city girls know the names of those machines.) He’ll come back to rake it and bale it into big beautiful round bales of hay! Sustenance for the future.

We dream of that future, too. This some day of ours. Plan. Work. And figure. How many cows could that field support? A bull? How many feet of fencing? How big a barn? And a tractor? Count the pennies. Draw up plans. Baby step. Make hay.

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