Hard to say why but it’s hard to find kids who want to stand on a dusty hay wagon on a 95 degree day and handle a few hundred bales twice. But it’s time to cut hay. And I’m massively allergic. I’ll spend days coughing, sneezing and wheezing after riding the wagon behind the baler. But this year it’s not so bad. My son, at age 12, rode the wagon. I stood back and watched him succeed.
Since he can do that, I can spend more time eating berries. I was caught red-handed. Mulberries were juicy!