Makin' Hay While the Sun Shines
A couple of weekends ago we spent some time at a ballpark. More precisely a twelve-hour stint on a Saturday.
That is a long day at a ballpark, just sayin'.
Just an example of the remote location of the ballpark is the following picture. During the day a handful of gentlemen farmers baled hay, right beside the park.
Typically these days farmers, around here, roll their hay. It is fairly rare to see baled hay in the fields. A roll of hay is equal to approximately ten-to-twelve bales. Easy to see why rolling is more efficient.
I couldn't help but think that the tractor and baler looked just like toy farm machinery, complete with the plastic bales of hay.
"My father kept me busy from dawn until dusk when I was a kid. When I wasn't pitching hay, hauling corn or running a tractor, I was heaving a baseball into his mitt behind the barn....If all the parents in the country followed his rule, juvenile delinquency would be cut in half in a year's time."