SNAFU

I got a call from my neighbor that a few bales of the second cut across the road were ready for us. Matt pulled the wagon up to our elevator and we started loading. It's lovely, green, and sweet smelling with strings tight enough so the bales won't fall apart when I pick them up. The best I've seen this year. Only 100 but it's a start. Matt is leaving for out of town business but when hay is ready we say OKAY. But my elevator didn't say okay. Loren fixed the motor when last it broke, but it's down again. We carried the bales into the barn ourselves.