Cousin Ollie snugged another bale of hay into place. Our pirate ship of timothy and clover was almost complete. “We should call these Hayos,” he said. “You know, like Legos, only bigger.” “I don’t ...

Mowing, raking, and baling. I wish hay-making was that easy. For me, that sequence is too often interrupted by cussing the weatherman, tedding, and more raking. Making hay is a consuming summer-time ...