Hay, Hay, Hay....

     "You have to make hay when the sun shines."  I think I heard that somewhere...more than once or twice.  Until I moved to Nebraska, I really paid no attention to haymakers.  But how's this for hay?

     I know, I know, the photo runs right out of the frame.  If I make it smaller, you can't see it very well.  That picture is a first for me, first inserted photo in a blog, first stitched panorama, and first photo taken from inside of a cemetery of what's outside the cemetery.  I hope you get the general idea that there's a LOT of hay in that field.  Are those just tiny bales of hay? 

     Like the hat?  I wore it just for these hay pictures, but I didn't go out and buy it for the occasion.  I actually have several straw hats, including an official Toby Keith straw hat that I bought at Cracker Barrel.  I can see that I'm getting off the subject, which never happens.  Well, it did happen once before when I was cliff diving in Kentucky, but that's another story.  Anyway, you probably guessed that those are not small bales, but just how big are they?

     Those bales are actually shoulder height to me and I'm 74" tall.  Never mind how much I weigh, but I am losing weight.
     And who took the pictures where I'm in the picture?  My darling youngest daughter, who is eligible to drive this coming Saturday, with her permit and an adult, of course.  Nebraska--Less People, Less Stress