so yes...the hay-guy came and yes the hay is cut. and with it the wildflowers -

but that's the way it goes.

So now we wait for him to show up again and fluff it up...I just love that fork-like attachment that throws the hay into the air to lay it down to let it dry...
and then he bales it and then we figure out how to get it into the barn -this requires some help- before it rains, of course - that's always the trick. We only missed it once; well, actually, the dude was baling IN THE RAIN! and man did we have moldy hay and man was it noxious...
or should I say most dangerous to those of us who are allergic to mold!
...and a postscript!
Fluffing and Baling

(and Fluffing is just what I call it - I'm sure there's a real name for this!)