Straw/ hay have a way of invoking memories…for me straw was on city hayrides or in stables open to the public for visits. The smell of fresh straw is wonderful and these days I buy a few bales to protect my vegetable garden soil and garlic cloves (to be planted when it gets colder) over the winter.
My sense of humor: I remember once leaping on a hay bail like a predatory cat. The girls all looked at me like I was crazy. Tossing bails is serious business.
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Nice imagery! Great haiku!!
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Thank you 🙂
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A very telling haiku for the image Janice. This brings back my teenage Summer work days loading hay bales onto trailers
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Straw/ hay have a way of invoking memories…for me straw was on city hayrides or in stables open to the public for visits. The smell of fresh straw is wonderful and these days I buy a few bales to protect my vegetable garden soil and garlic cloves (to be planted when it gets colder) over the winter.
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My sense of humor: I remember once leaping on a hay bail like a predatory cat. The girls all looked at me like I was crazy. Tossing bails is serious business.
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