It took all my willpower to leave my cozy house this Sunday morning and drive out into the countryside for my usual hay-buying ritual. Yesterday, it was sunny and in the 70’s. Now, it’s turned cold and miserable. I wasn’t expecting much as far as the hay went. The second cut hay hasn’t been very good. It’s dry, and I got some bales full of Queen Anne’s Lace and thistles recently.
So, I was blown away by this truck trailer full of soft green grassy hay. What a stroke of good luck! The boys who loaded it for me said they were shocked by how beautiful it was when it came in this week. My horses wolfed down a flake in nothing flat. I decided to go back for a second load.
On my way home, as I was chanting “Thank you, thank you, thank you”, I remembered that one of my neighbors had been burned by a bad hay deal. She ended up with some really awful, moldy stuff and was struggling to get by. I stopped to see her, pretending to be the hay fairy, and gave her some of my bounty.
“It’s going to freeze tonight. Put the blankets back on your horses because this is the worst time of year for them to get a chill. It will make them really sick.” she advised me. She's our local medicine woman, so I always do what she tells me. Tonight, Silk and Siete weren’t happy to be bundled up again, but that gorgeous green salad made up for it. And I felt grateful for good hay and good neighbors.