{"id":1054,"date":"2017-11-12T02:19:02","date_gmt":"2017-11-12T02:19:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/?p=1054"},"modified":"2017-11-12T02:19:53","modified_gmt":"2017-11-12T02:19:53","slug":"day-60-hay-rake","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/?p=1054","title":{"rendered":"Day 60 &#8211; Hay Rake"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"ngg-singlepic ngg-none\" src=\"http:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/wp-content\/gallery\/Autumn\/Hay-Rake.jpg\" alt=\"Hay Rake\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Harvest Celebration<\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Completion of the harvest, is a time to celebrate,<\/em><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Leaves on trees are yellowing, around the whole estate,<\/em><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Barns and bins are full to bursting, for winter now is here,<\/em><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>In olden days it was the same, to grow still takes a year.<\/em><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>A lot more hand work then, more men worked upon the land,<\/em><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Ploughed with horses and acre a day, seed was sown by hand,<\/em><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Good rotation of all the crops, kept most weeds at bay,<\/em><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>At harvest stood sheaves up in stocks, for two church bells they must stay.<\/em><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Into bays or ricks were built, threshed out as needed through the year,<\/em><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Wheat went to the mill to be ground, flour for bread we do revere,<\/em><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Oats to feed the cattle and horses, and some for porridge bound,<\/em><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>To feed the men and families who, work on the land all year round.<\/em><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Mechanised now and fewer men, but crops still grow the same,<\/em><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Sunshine and warmth in the spring, showers to grow good crops the aim,<\/em><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>In nature nothing really changes, seasons come and go,<\/em><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>To keep us on the land we all love, its food for everyone we grow.<\/em><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">-Diego Flammini<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left;\">I spent the day at an event on an old farm. During my free time I went around photographing all the beautiful things, including some flowers still blooming. But it was this old hay rake that really captured by imagination, evoking how things were done in days gone by.\u00a0 Which is also the subject of the poem which probably won&#8217;t win any prizes but which captured the same spirit of nostalgia I was going for.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Harvest Celebration Completion of the harvest, is a time to celebrate, Leaves on trees are yellowing, around the whole estate, Barns and bins are full to bursting, for winter now is here, In olden days it was the same, to grow still takes a year. \u00a0 A lot more hand work then, more men worked &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/?p=1054\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Day 60 &#8211; Hay Rake<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1054","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1054","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1054"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1054\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1056,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1054\/revisions\/1056"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1054"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1054"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1054"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}