This is what we do down on the farm on a lazy July 4th afternoon.
Just to clarify, I don’t live on a farm. I am currently staying at my parents’ house for an extended period of time. Life is a little slower here than what I’m accustomed to. I’ve learned to appreciate the slow lane.
And to clarify further still, my parents’ place isn’t really a farm. They have about 10 acres, a garden, and when they first moved here, about 25 years ago, they raised a small herd of cattle, if 3 or 4 bovine creatures can be called a herd.
On this July 4th afternoon, with a cool breeze blowing, my daughter and I watched the farmer from down the road bale the hay that was cut just last week as we dined al fresco on our non-traditional Fourth of July food, in this unusually humidity-free day.
Not something I’ve ever done in the past on the Fourth of July.
There’s a simple beauty to a role of hay, no?
What was your Fourth of July like?