it's been a month of fascination with hay.
from the tractors to the wagons,
to the fields and the barns,
i haven't been able to turn away.
and i haven't known why.
surely there's a message in the adage
"make hay while the sun shines".
the sun has shone, hot and dry,
and the hay season has lingered,
long and bountiful.
then today, i understand.
the next bad news about my mother's
journey with cancer came in the
middle of hay season.
the bad news caused us to
make a list of wishes and
plan how to make them come true~
while our season of fields
and bountiful dreams
still shine in the lingering sun.