If All the Bales Were Square

It’s the most wonderful time of the year in northeastern Pennsylvania– not December, but June.  School is out for the summer, the sun is shining (between periods of rain this year, but still…) the kids are swimming in the pool,  and- it’s haying season! Today, on our farm, “Gramps” is spending his day round-baling in the fields, getting hay ready for the beef cows for the winter months. The kids and I, in contrast, are spending most of our day out at the pool, soaking up some much needed sun.  Both of these activities– the haying and the swimming– are taking me right back to my childhood. Some of my best childhood memories are from summer days at Grandma Jean’s house in Bradford County.  Grandma Jean lived on the family farm, with my aunt, uncle and cousins, so it was always a fun visit for me and my sisters.  When I was a little girl, my sisters and…

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