Hay. It's hot.

Our haying season in Western Oregon suffered from a very, very wet spring and early summer.

My photography season suffered from a very, very long pregnancy.

But the ground and skies dried and the baby was born and, hey, there's hay on the ground and more importantly in the barns. And it's hot outside.

So of course I'm headed for the ocean today. Isn't that what everyone does when haying season is about done? (Not that I bucked a single bale, steered a tractor for a scant moment, or stacked anything whatsoever. I didn't even have time to take pictures of the sweaty workers. You know me and the postpartum excuses.)

Have a beautiful weekend!