When I told a friend of mine about the road trip to the candy store where I met the giant turtle, Mr. R. Sullivan, on the way, she had this to share:
She and her husband were driving through the countryside one afternoon and they saw a field with, I think, hay bales (as opposed to straw because they’re not the same). The bales were wrapped tight with white plastic. In the afternoon sun, she dreamily looked at them and said, “Those look like giant marshmallows.”
“Take a picture,” her husband said. “We’ll tell the kids we found where marshmallows grow.”
A good road trip opens the imagination.
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In our travels, we’ve seen different shapes of haybales that seem to be regional. Some are like you described;some are still the rectangular bales that most people think of when they think hay bales; some are conical stacks, some are discs. Makes one wonder how the current style came into being in that particular region, and if there is a logical reason. Or if it’s “just the way we’ve always done it.”
Then I think of hay baling machines and marvel at how someone came up with the idea of cutting, forming, tying up, and spitting out a giant bale of hay while the vehicle is moving steadily through a field. It’s like a mobile factory instantaneously producing a product. Amazing what men are capable of creating.
Chris
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