Freshly-hayed fields

It's that time of year again, hay season.  It's one of my favorite times of year around here because you have wide-open fields and reminds me of my youth (why is always your youth you're reminded of?)
It mostly reminds me of the endless hours playing baseball in those fields with other family members and other kids from this end of town.  A field, a bat, a ball, a few gloves and a handful of kids was all you needed to play and we played often.

I've also been known to hit a few golf balls around in these fields and, of course, countless walks and other youthful endeavors.  Have you ever laid out in an open field at night and gazed at the stars?  I also remember getting paid a couple of hay seasons helping Mr. Walker, I think it was, hay the fields, which was hard, hot work but the payoff was a few bucks to spend and a new ballfield to play in.  Then there's always that great smell.
Anyone else have similar or different memories about this or anything else regarding the farm or being a Basford?  Would love to hear from you.  Please leave any comments you have here in the comment section of this post or whichever one you're commenting on.  Please check and see if you've read every piece that's been written here.
Looking forward to seeing many of you at the get-together at the end of August.  Anyone want to volunteer to write about it and share the pics here?