Monday, October 10, 2011

Fall Weekend at the Farm


You have to make hay while the sun shines.

After the Raking (Too Short for Tedding)


When cranking didn't work to start this 1950's Farmall, a jump did.  

Using fields for hay gives a town a distinctive openness. 




Making Rows



The Next Day


Unseasonably Warm Temperatures...


...But Good For Haying


Taking a Turn.


Loading the Hay (Day Three)










Getting a Closer Look


The View


This was also the last week for some farmers markets...

...and farm stands.
















27 comments:

Susan R said...

That right there is heaven my friend. Couldn't think of a better way to spend some time (helping friends, working on the farm, playing with the animals).
The grain stampede might have freaked me out a little though.

Grace said...

Looks like a fall day in heaven! I particularly love that photo with the Persian rugs.

Greenfield said...

I'm totally impressed watching you wheel that hay-baler!

FJW said...

I worked on a potato, grain and hay farm in NJ for 5 years after college and to this day, 35 years later, I still miss hay season!

sSe said...

This looks like such a wonderful weekend. I have only the fondest memories of visiting farms and applepicking upstate during this time of year when I was younger. There's absolutely nothing that compares to the smell of open air, and the something almost magical about rural farms this time of year.

Anonymous said...

Would have liked to know about the rug sale in advance - I could use some of those beautiful rugs! Any left or all sold out?

James said...

Too wonderful, as always.

Kathy said...

Your blog makes me long to move to New England. Everything about this post speaks to me. I grew up on a farm and long to have a bit of farm in my life again, love love love the animals esp Dandelion.
The rugs are BEAUTIFUL!!!! I'd love to know the story behind the rug sale at the farm? Its not a common sight for sure!
Last but not least, you manage to look elegant/classic/pretty on the farm bringing in hay, on a boat or whatever you are doing.
What a wonderful fall weekend!

, said...

Love! Thanks for sharing!
Linda
beachside cottage

A.U.G. said...

The rugs are exquisite and the bounty looks wonderfully delicious.

Parnassus said...

Your working farm trip seems the autumn equivalent of making maple syrup in the spring. So much beauty, and the satisfaction of hard physical work and getting things done. And those fall smells of hay, leaves, ripe apples, etc.
--Road to Parnassus

Anonymous said...

Love this post and love your blog.I have to say, sometimes I wonder, how could I incorporate some free time like yours
in my life. I'm always running here and there and you seem to always find time to smell the roses or hay in this case. What is your secret??

Cheers!

Marie said...

That looks like the best way to spend one's time.

Christy said...

This entry reminds me of several Robert Frost poems, notably, "Unharvested"...
"May something go always unharvested!
May much stay out of our stated plan,
Apples or something forgotten and left,
So smelling their sweetness would be no theft."

P.S. Dandelion & Skipjack look like such sweet, happy friends. :)

No Drama Mama said...

That farms like this still exist gives me some hope. I live in an area that used to be all farms, now it is mostly...not. The last hay farm was just bought, and will become rows of townhouses in the next year. Now the local stables will have to purchase hay from out of state. Or at least a few hours further out.

Beth said...

Dandelion and Skipjack have stolen my heart. Sooooo
precious.

JDSprouse said...

Please let me know when and where the next rug sale will take place. We could use a few. We're on the mailing list for the Farm Dinners. My brother-in-law raises sheep, Jacob & Merlino, and has a sheering, usually in March, that has become a community event. Another good posting. Thanks Muffy

Dawn said...

I want to buy some produce for 150 cents!

j. antoine said...

A quintessential Autumn weekend! I'm sure driving that tractor transported you to an earlier era...what fun.

Heather in WI said...

My grandpa was a farmer and I spent many summers baling hay. He drove the tractor and I (along with a couple of my 37 cousins!) rode in the back of the wagon catching bales and piling them up neatly. I love that smell!
:-)

Preppy 101 said...

Idyllic. xoxo

Thomas said...

Fantastic post Muffy. This let me escape my 80 hour work week and drift off to a place...

j.mosby said...

Looks like NE Fall fun! When's the hay ride? I'm getting a craving for some hot spiced apple cider:-)
PS Great shirts dear!

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Zenas313 said...

Too short for tedding - probably dry enough already that it wasn't necessary, although you did get a good amount of rain with the storms.

Bebe said...

A dachshund boot scraper...what fun!

Annica Benning said...

Looks like an enjoyable trip, Muffy!