Wait, this isn't Kansas

We are (still) haying. But, we're on the last 80 acres, so we're almost done! Hurrah! I was glad we were in the hayfield today, though, cause I saw the coolest thing.

As you go through a field, the grass types and thickness can be really varied. I was mowing this afternoon and on top of the hill the grass is just, well, puny. It's wispy and short, and was dried out and ready to bale about an hour after it was mowed. But, it's a good thing it's that thin. There was a very light breeze coming over the hills this afternoon, and as I got further into the field with the mower, I glanced around at the rest of the field and my eyes caught something moving through the hay on top of the hill.

The breeze, through the magic of air temperature and all things atmospheric, had created a mini tornado in the hayfield! It was moving along the ground, erratically, like a meandering drunk person, swirling the hay around. Every 10 feet it would pause for a second, grab the little wispy hay and spin it WAY up in the air (like as if it were saying, 'Hooray!'). Then it would continue on its staggering path, pause, and do it again. But, once it moved into the thicker hay, that was too heavy to jubilantly throw in the air like it had been doing. So I'm glad we have some disappointingly skinny grass on that hill. It was a wicked cool thing that I had never seen before.

Of course, I'm finding more and more that the weirdest things strike me as awesome ... clouds, cattle, dirt. Yeah, dirt. It's a long story. And one that I promise I'll only tell if I've sucked the life out of every other topic I can think of. :)