Like it or not, it's THAT time of year again. Time to fork over my hard earned summer judging money for hay. Hay to feed those four-legged-soft-nosed-free-loading-dark-eyed-melt-my-heart-light-the-fire-in-my-soul horses. And because I love them and they make my life complete, I will sneak away during my precious and coveted "mommy time" while my two children nap in order to move 70 left-over bales from last year. Carry them one by one out of the hay bay and into the barn isle in order to make room for the 300 new bales I will will stack in their place tomorrow.
Bale after bale I remind myself that I love this.
Bale after bale I remind myself that I will always be a cowgirl at heart.
Bale after bale I admire my stacking ability and the fact that I am doing this... All. By. Myself.
Bale after bale I realize I am really... really... really out of shape.
Bale after bale I feel my age creeping up in me.
Bale after bale I breath heavy, glisten sweat my ass off, and repeatedly climb the stack again and again bale after bale.
With approval from Miss Kitty, I continue to finish moving the hay... All. By. Myself.
And I thank the heavens above that Handy Man has two of his friends helping us to get hay tomorrow.
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