Wednesday, February 19, 2014

February 19, 2014: The Haymow

When we were kids, the haymow above the barn was a great playground.  It was a place to build forts and tunnels, to jump off piles of baled hay into piles of loose.  Then we grew up.  The once playground became a place where you sweated in heat, sneezed on dust, and where your arms got scratched stacking the endless lines of bales coming off the elevator.

1 comment:

Jim said...

I remember when I got to stack bales in the haymow, instead of unload wagons. It meant I was becoming a man.