OK, where was I? I was in France, home for a week, then in Wyoming, and now home again. On my blog, I’ve been all those places, but I still have lots to share about my French trip. So let’s head back there, at least for today.
The truth of “Make hay while the sun shines” was evident during my time in France. The area where I was most of the time consists of small farms. Closer to Plombières-les-Bains, where we spend more than a little time, and Nancy and Colmar, the fields are much larger. But no matter the size, farmers were cutting and drying hay. Hay is, as Wikipedia says:
“…grass, legumes, or other herbaceous plants that have been cut, dried, and stored for use as animal fodder, particularly for grazing animals such as cattle, horses, goats, and sheep.”
Before the farmer cuts the hay, s/he makes sure that the weather is supposed to be warm and dry. Once again, let’s go to Wikipedia:
“…whether done by hand or by modern mechanized equipment, tall grass and legumes at the proper stage of maturity must be cut, then allowed to dry (preferably by the sun), then raked into long, narrow piles known as windrows. Next, the cured hay is gathered up in some form (usually by some type of baling process) and placed for storage into a haystack or into a barn or shed to protect it from moisture and rot.”
When I grew up, my grandfather baled his hay in rectangular bales. These days, there are also round bales. But not matter how it’s baled, you always have to make hay while the sun shines.