I came home tonight to eerily empty fields. What had for months been glorious fields of gold were now clean as a whistle. A walk around the far side of the wood barn revealed that Farmer Bobby had taken the round bales, all 28 (count ’em!), and lined them up at the back of the property. I had hoped he would have let them remain scattered around the fields for a bit, but they do look like my own Rustic Chic “string of pearls” . . . unbroken, that is!
Photos by Joel Woodard