The universal scent of summer hay
by Sue Wunder
Jul 04, 2022
3 minutes
With summer, my thoughts drift to the hayfields of south-central Indiana, where I spent untold hours as an adult stacking bales onto wagons, pulling them from the chute of the baler as Charlie drove the tractor up and down snaking windrows. He would cut the fields and I would rake them into those windrows, once the fallen grasses had cured in the sun.
But baling took both of us, and often my son as
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