Hay fever is something which I luckily don't suffer from - however I do get the other kind of hay fever you described. It's so wondrous to think how many species of plants grow unnoticed in the meadow, and how easily they are all cut down in a few hours with a scything machine. As I look out the window and see the drying hay laying flat on the ground, it makes me think how tall it was not long ago. And that tomorrow, it will be a tall haystack. And you won't be able to tell anymore what kinds of plants are in it, since they're all the same dry. One day, it will be eaten by cows. It reminds me to be grateful for it when it's standing tall, with insects flying around it. Thank you so much for this amazing post!
I hope the ability, instinct and knowledge of how to make hay never goes extinct. And I pray that the haystacks, as they are traditionally made, remain in this region forever. It would be a pity to see all the hay bales role in, and back down the mountain, so to speak. We should make a future Sunday post only with haystack pictures, I think it would be lovely!
I can't even imagine the world without haystacks... But I can imaging the world without bales, at least here in Romania. I pray, too, that they never go extinct like a majestic animal, fading into memory. Let's hope haymaking is something which will forever be present. We should definitely make a Sunday post about haystacks, it would be great!!!
What a beautiful meadow, the insects will be so happy with all that variety.
Your article made me think about my own garden, which is hardly a garden and more a forest. We have some weeds growing in there (of course, it's a forest) and I was told "you have to remove this or it will overtake". The first year I spent so much trying to remove it, which was really tricky in a dense forest. Then the next winter I noticed those weeds just die in winter, so they could never fully overtake. The forest just takes care of it... We humans like to think we always need to intervene but if we leave nature be, she knows what to do.
Hay fever is something which I luckily don't suffer from - however I do get the other kind of hay fever you described. It's so wondrous to think how many species of plants grow unnoticed in the meadow, and how easily they are all cut down in a few hours with a scything machine. As I look out the window and see the drying hay laying flat on the ground, it makes me think how tall it was not long ago. And that tomorrow, it will be a tall haystack. And you won't be able to tell anymore what kinds of plants are in it, since they're all the same dry. One day, it will be eaten by cows. It reminds me to be grateful for it when it's standing tall, with insects flying around it. Thank you so much for this amazing post!
I hope the ability, instinct and knowledge of how to make hay never goes extinct. And I pray that the haystacks, as they are traditionally made, remain in this region forever. It would be a pity to see all the hay bales role in, and back down the mountain, so to speak. We should make a future Sunday post only with haystack pictures, I think it would be lovely!
I can't even imagine the world without haystacks... But I can imaging the world without bales, at least here in Romania. I pray, too, that they never go extinct like a majestic animal, fading into memory. Let's hope haymaking is something which will forever be present. We should definitely make a Sunday post about haystacks, it would be great!!!
What a beautiful meadow, the insects will be so happy with all that variety.
Your article made me think about my own garden, which is hardly a garden and more a forest. We have some weeds growing in there (of course, it's a forest) and I was told "you have to remove this or it will overtake". The first year I spent so much trying to remove it, which was really tricky in a dense forest. Then the next winter I noticed those weeds just die in winter, so they could never fully overtake. The forest just takes care of it... We humans like to think we always need to intervene but if we leave nature be, she knows what to do.