
One day the barley is there, swaying gently in the breeze. The next day it’s cut, and harvest time is here.

I love the smell of the ripe crop at this time of year, the scent, briefly intensified by cutting. I will try to get photos of the bales when they appear, but the farmer is super quick in removing them these days. They are beautiful in the landscape, though, so my ears are pricked, waiting for the sound of the baling machines…
Next day edit: bale picture!
A Harvest Time Panorama from a Previous Year
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Beautiful. I can smell the hay. In the middle of the U.S. it was alfalfa in olden days July, when my father would take our family to the grandparent’s farm to help with the haying. It caused an annual reunion of cousins around the huge harvest table — a forever gift of memory. Thanks for this reminiscence. Write on — your histories and photos are beautiful.
What a lovely scene you conjure there, Julie. Beautiful memories 🙂
Nor we all sing John Barleycorn!
Yes 🙂
It’s a similar sight (cylinder bales) at harvest time in Alberta.
Wonderful!
Wonderful, Ailish, to see farmers’ results of their work.
It is great to see that 🙂