The bales of hay dotting the pastures beside the road to and from home make me feel good and are one of my favorite things. They just seem so right.
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Hay, hay, hay:
These edge the cemetery where we laid to rest
my little brother's body this spring:
Our home is past the trees in the background in the next photo.
The hay bales create an outdoor art gallery driving tour:
Favorite thing - Hay
Hay, hay, hay:
These edge the cemetery where we laid to rest
my little brother's body this spring:
Our home is past the trees in the background in the next photo.
The hay bales create an outdoor art gallery driving tour:
Favorite thing - Hay
And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us: and establish thou the work of our hands upon us; yea, the work of our hands establish thou it. Psalms 90:17
1 comment:
I didn't know that you had lost a little brother this spring...I'm sorry! :(
Hay has always smelled so good to me, and living in the Heartland of the country it has always been a familiar and comforting sight! Loved the pics!
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