I feel about haying the same way I feel about running. It’s not exactly fun to be in the act, but the feeling of having accomplished it is so worth it. Yesterday I went for a three mile jog after the Chicken 101 Workshop (and thank you to the six wonderful people who came to the farm for it! Three for the first time!) and the way it feels to sit on cool grass in the shade after that is more heavenly than the finest scotch. Having Done Something Tiring is my drug of choice., you see, and I’ll be doing lines over at Livingston Brook Farm all afternoon.
I’ll pack swimwear and a towel and clean clothes to change into. When you hay you don’t wear shorts and a tank top - you wear thick boots and socks, jeans, long sleeved shirts and work gloves. You wear all this because while you may not realize it it - hay is sharp. It’s wicked sharp and cuts into soft, sweaty skin fast and hard. If you aren’t protected you end up looking like you ran through a briar afterward and suntan lotion and lake water stings like alcohol. So besides being hard work on a hot day you’re dressed for a pumpkin patch jaunt in October. Clothing is literally peeled off afterwards and the icing on the cake is jumping into Patty and Mark’s lakeside property to swim until all the hay is out of your hair and mind.
After that - drinks. We are only human. Also, I'm a writer.