Today, in the fields, the season’s last cutting: square bales. My German neighbor and his son stand for a moment in the stillness seeing the barn loft where they’re going to stack the hay in layers so exact, one across another, horizontal the [...]
Today, in the fields, the season’s last cutting: square bales. My German neighbor and his son stand for a moment in the stillness seeing the barn loft where they’re going to stack the hay in layers so exact, one across another, horizontal the [...]