We really need rain but this dry weather has been perfect for making hay. Those long windrows were there Monday afternoon and by Tuesday afternoon the fields were bare--the great round bales already carted off to storage.
The smell of new-mown hay is absolutely intoxicating. And at this time of year, it's joined by a medley of other enticing scents.
Privet and honeysuckle are invasive plants, but, oh, how sweet they smell!
Alas, these are fleeting pleasures. But now I'll be looking forward to the comforting sound and delicious aroma of rain.
