Temperatures hit a humid, 98 degrees this week and you know what that means: it’s baling season. I don’t know why, but invariably, it’s miserably hot whenever it’s time to bale. While my daughter and I bunker down in the nice, air conditioned house during the sultry afternoons, many farmers – my father-in-law and husband included – are in the heat, cutting and baling hay.

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