The neighbor came over and cut hay yesterday. Technically, I guess he cut the grass, once dry it becomes hay. Like, you don't put toast in the toaster, you put bread in the toaster and it becomes toast. Here it is becoming hay. I'm not sure at what point it ceases being grass and becomes hay.
I woke up this morning to the sound of rain. It was just a nightmare though. Whew! I'll rest easier once this is safely in the barn.
This tree, one of many, smells heavenly. I wish they would hurry up and invent scratch and sniff computers.
It is hard to see, but they are covered in blossoms.
The bumblebees and honey bees are very happy. The trees buzz with them.