Fitting…my 1000 th blog

I suppose it is fitting that this milestone blog…is about …

The sweet smell of fresh mowed hay..

As Les and I started back to the house on the Gator…the sweet headey smell of fresh mowed hay hit me in the face with a wave of heat in the warm night air…The field in front of the house was lit by the waxing bright moon on this July 1st…Stunningly beautiful the sight before me…

Les got out at the house…I let the dogs out (they were up for their supper) and the dogs and I headed across the dam. 

The light of the moon shown thru the leaves of the trees and made spots on me …as I listened the frogs were singing…and the crickets busy trying to out do the frogs! The moonlight reminded me of horseback riding at Sugarloaf Mountain in South Carolina and how we would ride by the light of the moon shining on the white sand roads…

The dogs ran along happy to be out in the cool of the night and I stopped, listened, and looked at the beautiful sky above…The trees were still visibly green in the moonlight. The dogs easily seen, even BOO.

As I looked across the pond the water glistened in the moonlight…and the smell of the freshwater was heavenly…I thought and truly believe there is no place on this earth that I could ever go to see… prettier to me than here …and I thought how good God is to have given us this place I have been blessed to call my home most of my life.

As I came across the field that smelled so sweet…the finest of fine memories flooded my heart…I could hear the hay rake slowing down and as I walked across the field Grandpa asking me for a drink of water. I smelled the diesel of the tractor engine…and he looked at me as he started the square baler up and the distinct noise the baler makes as it pushes a bale thru and it hits the ground. The smell of the twine string the baler uses to tie the hay bales with…but most of all I saw Grandpa and his smile…I seemed to be able to hear the tractor running along with the hay trailer and all of us getting up the hay…I can hear Grandpa saying we had to hurry and get the hay in the barn before the dew fell…because that hay would be no good…

I sure miss my Grandpa and all that we did together…I use the things he taught me…I value the life he lived before me and the world…his honesty, love, concern, care, he was a hard worker,  and how he was a person of integrity…how Grandpa had a smile that was impish all most at times… and the twinkle in his eye…

Yes a fitting 1000th Blog!