The smell of fresh cut hay.
August 7, 2015
On hot summer day’s like this it alway makes me think about my mom cooking in the kitchen for the hay crew. I always loved the days when the hay crew would come to bale hay on our 80 acre farm. The smell of fresh cut hay as they put it up in our big red barn, the joy watching the men work as I sat on our tire swing that hung from the big maple tree just outside our kitchen window. But of course the best part of the day was the huge meal mom would make for all the workers. Most of the workers were neighbors who would all come to help when it was time to "make hay". It always had to be the hottest day of the summer. My mom had to be the best cook in the county. She was always canning something, bread and butter pickles, apple butter. But today she and my sisters would be buzzing around the kitchen like so many bees. The menu never changed and my mouth would water just thinking about it. Fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans, homemade bread and jam, tomatoes, and corn on the cob with butter. Now if that was not enough, apple pie and ice cream just to fill in the cracks. I'm sure some of the men came just for moms cooking. I loved to sit and listen as the men would talk around our large kitchen table, they would alway discuss the weather, their crops, what was happening in town and the news about their family's. To see my dad enjoy the fellowship of friends and family always warmed my young heart. That is what country living was all about, our family's were united by an unseen bond. Memories are such a wonderful thing. To reach back an enjoy the days of our past and relive the joy of days gone by. It really does help make the dog days of summer go by a little faster.
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