Haying

I live quite close to Plymouth (as in Plymouth Rock and the Mayflower), which is a lovely if not kitschy kind of place. Ever since I moved here last year I have had this crush (if you can call it such) on a little piece of land that was somewhat of a mystery to me. At the one point on the main road, amid multi-million dollar homes and a winding view of the lovely Plymouth harbor, there is a rather large open field. It has an ocean view. An open field with an ocean view in the middle of some of the most prime real estate in the area…perplexing, no? How was nothing done with this?

Well, I just love it because I found it refreshing to have a break in the mansions and have a nice rolling field but I was always curious of the purpose. Surely it was there for something, right? I kept expecting to see it turned into a park this spring or play host to some sort of festival in the summer, but nothing ever seemed to happen there. Every time I drove by the only difference was that the grass seemed taller.

Then yesterday I drove by and I had my answer:

A hayfield!

Isn’t it beautiful?  And what a wonderful use for a beautiful piece of land.  Thank goodness it isn’t covered with McMansions or condos or a damn wal-mart.  It just charmed me to pieces.