tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12033578.post112458897506540938..comments2024-02-28T04:21:53.331-06:00Comments on the farmers wife: get mommySuzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06475380451527801666noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12033578.post-1124824881667141462005-08-23T14:21:00.000-05:002005-08-23T14:21:00.000-05:00What a sweet picture! Lovely little girl. Her gold...What a sweet picture! Lovely little girl. Her golden hair matches the hay.Ezequiel Mesquitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05630318576638183854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12033578.post-1124769151036389512005-08-22T22:52:00.000-05:002005-08-22T22:52:00.000-05:00Ah, the glory of hay. If I was there, I'd be rolli...Ah, the glory of hay. If I was there, I'd be rolling around in it, even if I am a mommy myself. (It works better when your kids are young though. Unfortunately my daughter's grown up now, but if she was with me at this pile, she'd join me!)<BR/><BR/>There's something about the earthy scent...reminds me of when I was a kid, didn't have a sleeping bag like the others, so used a blanket, and we slept in a hay-filled loft, but the smell and the fresh air wafting through the top of the barn where we were--I tried to stay awake and listen to the crickets and immerse myself in the moment, but dozed off. But that was one of the best night's sleep I ever had.<BR/><BR/>Over a decade later, when my husband sat on that same blanket on our bed, he got stuck by a sliver of hay that had somehow gotten embedded in the material back then that had never come out. The glory of that night I spent in the hayloft came flooding back, and to this day it's one of my fondest memories.Darlenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14097905937552636768noreply@blogger.com