I was driving with a reporter to an assignment and found this scene. I apologized for the short delay and pulled into the gravel drive along the field. This woman was bailing hay in a 1965 tracktor under a rainbow umbrella. How could I resist?
Perhaps it's the inexplicable attraction my mother and I have to hay bales on the rolling Kentucky hills that made it catch my eye.
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Genetics might explain why your mother is attracted to hay bales. They're tidy.
I want to see this in color!!
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