Really stuck today for a photo & I wanted to do something a bit different & that for me means flowers.
The honeysuckle is out again & that to me means hay carting along the country lanes.
I remember the gathering of the hay & riding along on top of the trailer smelling the honeysuckle in the evening air.
We used to unload it in the barn, me at the very top of the stack under the sloping barn roof trying to squeeze as many bales in as possible.
Big plates of sandwiches afterwards & that was so welcome.
We used to think it was such hard work which indeed it was ....sometimes 1200 bales in a night ..but looking back you only remember the good.
Three good things:
1. Memories.
2. Tea at Cathy's tonight.
3. Sunshine after the rain.
@busylady@debbie3108@anazad511 thank you all so much.....never much of a flower shooter but was reasonably pleased with this...felt I was out of my comfort zone.
A lovely image and beautiful memories the honeysuckle is so aromatic --As a child I remember collecting a few heads - pulling them apart to suck the sweet nectar from the flower !
We still do the hay carting every year, and have one field which is has trees all through it so I have had to hand rake it in the past. The best thing is after all the hard work, the food and drink taste amazing.
This is a lovely image, such pretty pastel tones. Fav
Well a fav for the gorgeous photo and a fav for the lovely memories. Isn't it so often the smell of something that brings back the strongest memories? Maybe our scent neurones are less cluttered up than our sound and vision ones. Sounds like an idyllic youth - probably just the smell of diesel with the harvest nowadays!
Love the smell of honeysuckle.. lovely capture.,, and your memories of haymaking are similar to mine.. bacon and egg pie, lemonade, sandwiches made with homemade bread... but now all big bales and don't have to do any extra catering.. progress..
Such a beautiful shot, so delicate. Funny how we only remember the good memories and not the hard work. We are the same with packing and moving every couple of years with the RAF and RAAF. Just remember the places we lived and not the packing and unpacking getting there.
This is a lovely image, such pretty pastel tones. Fav
Fav for me :D