There are some things only a true farm girl knows.
I was reminded of this when one of my very best friends stopped over this weekend when I was doing chores. She accompanied me into the hay loft not having seen it finished.
She was immediately thrown into a fit of joy.
We inhaled deeply the smell of the fresh pine siding and sweet smelling hay. Exclaiming, ooooh it smells so good! She proceeded to toss herself onto a bale and revel in the joy of the hay loft, with a sigh of Peace.
I smiled at her, knowing exactly how she felt.
The hay loft in our old barn where I grew up was one of my favorite places.
If my grandmother couldn't find me she would check the big old pine tree and the hay loft.
Chances were good that I was reading a horse book in one of the two.
I would build an armchair out of square bales of hay and read about horses with the soft sounds of the animals downstairs as appropriate background noise, and one of the best cats ever (Toby) on my lap.
I had not realized how much I missed that until we started building this new barn.
I could live up there, bed down in the hay and devour a good book!
Ahh, hay loft joy!
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