Monday, September 30, 2013

The Art of Baling Hay

I haven't actually learned the art of baling hay but I have seen a lot of it already baled.  There are different ways to bale hay, such as in square bales or round bales.  Above, you can see some round bales.  I've learned that some people bale their own hay from their farms and some bale hay for other people who have farms and then keep a percentage of the profit for themselves.  People will buy hay to store up for the winter to feed their animals.  By the way, hay is not straw.  The person who gave me all of this information will remain anonymous but I will tell you that she is a teacher and she does the hay baling on the side.

You know you're in the country when all the teachers you work with spend their break time discussing how they bale their hay.

I spent my summer teaching for a Hispanic summer program in another county.  The majority of my students have parents who work on farms for a living.  Some of my students help their parents work in the fields after school.  This is where I learned how big tobacco is in Kentucky.  There is an art to that too.  It has something to do with the plant starting to bloom and then you have to "top" it, which means cut off the top where it is starting to bloom.  (When it's growing, it looks like oversized lettuce leaves.)  After you top it, you will eventually cut the stalk and then you have to let it hang to dry.  You can see it hanging in the picture below:
I suppose after it's done drying, it gets sold and turned into cigarettes and then New York sells packs to people for $12.00 each.  Now you know where it comes from!

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Welcome to the Country

For the record, I moved to Kentucky for love and that is my answer every time someone asks, "What brought you to Kentucky?"  Manhattan born, Jersey raised, you can imagine how much my eyes have been opened to country livin' in the three short months I have been an official Kentucky resident.  I will admit it gave me a warm, fuzzy feeling when the lady at the DMV joyfully welcomed me to her home state as she handed me my driver's license with a horse farm pictured on it.

I've enjoyed peaceful drives past fields of cows and horses and bales of hay.  I haven't always enjoyed the grammar usage. :) I quickly learned that having a lake house or a house on the river is just as accessed and as important as it would be to have a beach house on the Jersey shore.  Everybody's grandma makes the best biscuits and you are still rivals with the people who graduated from the rival high school 10 years ago.

As my journey continues on in love and in the country, I'm sure I will learn more new and exciting things.  For now, I will leave you with this:
You know you are in the country when you drive by a turkey hanging out on the side of the road!