Hay.
It's an integral part of life on the farm.
I spend a good portion of the day delivering it.
For meals...
breakfast...
lunch...
and supper...
for bedding...
And I spend a bit of time raking the wasted hay back up...
and spreading it in the chicken yard
for footing.
So, it's no wonder that every evening when I change out of my work clothes,
I find hay inside every layer...
not to mention in my underwear!
I wear hay like most women wear jewelry.
There are usually hay leaves attached to my clothes,
just like Ollie has in his mane.
It's no wonder that I choose my outwear based upon what won't attract hay.
So, it's no wonder that I dreamed this silly dream yesterday morning as I was awakening...
I awoke with a start yesterday morning...
the memory of my last dream of the night still in my thoughts...
troubling.
You see, I dreamt that I was stopped on the interstate by a state trooper.
I had been driving quite tired and had swerved a bit.
He pulled me over fearing me intoxicated.
I rolled down the window as he approached,
and our eyes both caught the dried green hay leaves attached to my sweater.
The next thing I knew he was arresting me for the possession of marijuana.
"But officer," I tried to explain, "these are hay leaves...."
I awoke in a panic.
Thank goodness it was only a dream!
(I have never smoked marijuana in my life...so goodness knows from where this idea came.)
I am way too much of a control freak to give it up to a substance.
Hay... it's the stuff dreams are made of...
at least around here!
I spent a little time with this little Christmas Fairy yesterday...
She's almost 4 months old now!
And never too young for The Night Before Christmas!
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Look how baby Mackenzie is growing. She is so sweet!
the wonders of the season...take care...sally