The last dry spell my down-the-road neighbor (or his sons) managed to cut my little bit of hay, and bale it, along with my horsy neighbor's hay. It's not very good this year, but it looks so much better baled than it did standing there full of flowers. Pretty, but not nutritious. I am so thrilled by my two bales of hay!
(The pictures are all of one bale. The other one is too close to my horsy neighbor's house. But I was really really sorry I didn't have the camera with me when I got home yesterday to see her dog lying on top of that one.)