Saturday, October 18, 2008

a break in the action: my parents farm and the cut hay





So, my parents farm and the meadow and hay. The first picture shows the entrance to their place, a drive alongside a river into the woods, with the lower meadow on the right. Then pics 2, 3 and 4 is the lower meadow, which fronts onto the town roadway. The hills are huge, and when I have pics looking out over the valley from the top I will post them--'cause you're WAY up.

16 comments:

Wep said...

HAY, those are pretty pics!

Unknown said...

Oh, what lovely, serene, fields and surrounding hills, Gary. I am truly envious. I think I could quite happly spend hours just watching the play of light and shadow as each day progressed across the scene. Of course, I also do realize that it wasn't created and kept like it is with nothing but a magic wand, but how lovely to be able to sit back and rest and enjoy the prospect at day's end.

Anonymous said...

Looks at the pretty leaves! Such lovely colours.

Anonymous said...

Hay thats nice. Looks a bit like the farms here in Pennsylvania Gary.Gorgeous fall this year.

Farmer*swife a/k/a Glass_Half_Full said...

Ooooh. I love hay....fresh cut and fresh baled and laying out all over the field like that? So pretty. so fresh. So natural. So clean. So orderly.

Did I mention that I really love it? Always looks like a water color picture to me. The best? Are when a few cows are strewn in between....

It calms my spirit. I know. I'm weird that way. But, I can't help it.

Oh, BTW? The lemonade turned out really nicely? And, I vlogged it...but it's not uploaded all the way yet!

;-)

Farmer*swife a/k/a Glass_Half_Full said...

I wish you and the Missus could keep the farm somehow. What a wonderful place.

Anonymous said...

I love it, Gary, it's beautiful. But...I can't handle the 'enclosed' feeling. I need a view, a valley, a flat piece of land.

I know what lies beyond those fields of your parents...more hills! lol.

So - I'm claustrophobic and you're autistic. Nice to meet ya. ;)

Gary's third pottery blog said...

HA! Those hills are full of hillbillys with guns. Really! Welcome to the country!
Oh. But very pretty. It would be nice if the family could keep it, and they did just pull it off the market (roll eyes) but the tax bill is many thousands of dollars per year and it is very hard in the winter just to drive in and out of the driveway. Can you say 'snow up to my ears?'.

cm said...

B would like to know:

1. Who cuts the hay?

2. What do they do with it?

3. Does it require replanting each year?

Thanks!

Gary's third pottery blog said...

1. A neighbor cuts it for their horse farm.
2. It is is just ordinary grasses and weeds and wildflowers and such. Although it probably could be eaten, it is not grown as food and therefore is used for horses' bedding!
3. They do not plant a crop of anything, it just happens to be whatever was originally planted plus weeds and wildflowers coming up each year.

Reb said...

Beautiful photos Gary. It is very serene and the colours are wonderful.

Linda Starr said...

oh boy, those shots remind me of our farm in Arkansas, we lived there for 4 years from 94 to 98 and it was so beautiful with the big rolled hay bales, here in California they make square bales, but those round bales are so beautiful dotting the landscape.

Can we see a closer photo of the yellow water color?

happy open house

Hilary said...

Looks like a nice place to wander.. with a camera.

Anonymous said...

Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous!!!
And snow up to your ears? Okay, I'll admit that is a little much... but I still love snow! And my family would be such good hicks (no guns, but EB wants a bow & arrow). I'm guessing property taxes are more than our $4K plus (neighboring bigger town would be $6K).
Sometimes I am still sad that I can't buy this farm. It is so beautiful. But it is in the wrong state.
*sigh*

Giggles said...

Such beauty too bad the taxes force people off the land...very sad!

fiwa said...

So pretty and peaceful. Have they had any bites on the property yet?