Hey Hay

That has been the word at Muddy Boot. Helping a neighbor bale and put up hay for himself and customers. Getting hay up for us. It has been very dry and hot.

I get up early and make five loaves of bread before 8:30 a.m. so the kitchen won't be hot. I get out my tri-crock pot strip and cook in there all day so I won't be in the hot kitchen.

Tom has been hauling barrels of water for a couple weeks now. Without the rain we are keeping a close watch on the well. The other day I had another 100 feet of clothesline filled, with some inside because I ran out of room.

The other day we were doing hay up the road when I had to come home because friends had brought us a wagon of hay. Tom stayed up the way and Jess and I were to be here to take care of it. Well, we didn't want them to mark up their truck, so they unhooked the wagon and left it on the road. Jess brought around the tractor and hauled it all the way back to the barn. They helped drop the elevator so we could get it right up to the loft. We got a few bales up there then it blew a fuse. I ran all over flipping breakers and nothing worked. It was getting late and Tom was still not back so we started tossing them off the wagon and just stacking them along the barn wall. Just after the friends were ready to leave, Tom came home. I just figured he would get the electric running again and we'd be done. WRONG! Here it is dark and the plug is bad. A few bales went in the barn and the rest are covered up. He had to replace the plug the next day and put it up then.

Jess and I were recruited to help stack and deliver 350 bales of hay, with some help from the buyers stacking in their own barn. Six hours is a long time in the heat. I was so pooped that all I wanted was liquid. Tom volunteered pizza and also brought home Tommy. They were the ones putting the hay up in the loft.

Today we are back out there putting 147 big bales uptop that he brought home last night. I hope very early. I can hardly move.