Hay...It's Not Just For Horses

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!