hay

In recent years, one of the farm’s employees, Juan Ramirez, has crafted giant minions out of hay bales that are visible from the freeway.

Remnants of desiccated hay crunched underfoot, and the sun-baked soil was fragmented with deep cracks.

That was the one she doesn’t remember in much detail other than it was with a beautiful, kind, red-haired young man named Massimiliano in a hay field in her mother's hometown.

Here too, people did not try to make hay out of assassinations or assassination attempts.

Soon, farm animals are brought indoors for the seasons where the wildflowers and herbs they spent the spring eating are replaced by hay and feed.