this morning i am preparing to call someone about hay.
this is a new experience for me. i have never discussed hay with anyone in all my life.
until we closed on our property last friday, i didn’t even know it grew hay. it does however, and while we were passing the paperwork back and forth to sign, the seller’s broker presented a small slip of paper containing only a first name, and phone number, and told me that this fella lived about five miles south of us (or was it north?).
he is the hay man, apparently, and has been cutting the hay on our acreage for some time now. the seller and her broker assumed i knew all about hay, how it was mowed, when it was mowed, how cutters of hay deal in their services and product. i just nodded dumbly. “yes, of course, the hay. we were wondering about that…”
so this morning i am going to give him a call. i was informed that this call needed to be made soon because at some point something will need to be done with the hay, some sort of spraying schedule or something like that, which has this organic gardener somewhat alarmed; but for the present, i’m letting it go. i’ve more important things to worry about, such as the orientation of the window above my kitchen sink.
marco and i went out yesterday to evaluate the lay of the land and try to decide how things should be situated. i spent a good deal of time standing where i hope the sink will go, looking at the view, and deciding if this is exactly where i want to gaze while scrubbing pans.
while surveying the barbed wire fence, i grabbed a switch of something wondering if perhaps this was the hay. i decided to use it while shopping for paint chips and thought how it would be lovely to tell folks, “yes i had the dining room paint tinted to match the color of our hay”, as if i was born and bred on hay making.
for all i know it may just be some sort of weed. i hope the hay man is kind and patient enough to give me the education i am going to need.
my feathered nest 