Pretty as a Picture

Farm Dover is surrounded on all sides by working farms. This suits us just fine. Not a neighbor's house in sight. Usually it is quite quiet around here. But today, we heard a disel tractor working in the fields to the right of our house.

Up and down the fields it traveled. The fields had been cut for hay on Friday and left to dry before being raked into long narrow files (windrows). Today, the tractor with its baler, rolled the hay into big round bales. I walked the drive tonight and was struck by how much the fields looked like a Monet painting. The bales were just a bit more rounded.

But the light was the same. The soft evening light throwing long shadows on the fields. See what I mean:

It was pretty as a picture.