Remember the good old hay stacking days? Grandpa's farm was the place to be - especially during hay season. The valley was filled with the pure sweet scent of alfalfa. Whirling gears of horse drawn mowing machines clattered a matchless rhapsody. Buck rakes and slips, pitchforks and derricks - oh those marvelous derricks - energy filled memories of wrestling jags atop fluffy stacks. And Grandma's dinner for the hay crew. What a feast! What an era!
You will swing on the hanging derrick cable. Chew one more drying stem. Relive the time in a flourish of black and white photos from history's archives and more shot by the author in living color. Glimpse back to that wonderful, simple world. Remember how it was - or how it may have been - those delightful, carefree, childlike days we knew as Bringing In the Hay.
