Make Hay, Not War

Do you find the change in the seasons affects you without reason? I do. Take harvest time for example, I love it when the fields are full of grain or the hay is getting cut and hay bales are being left in the field. It’s a most peculiar feeling, and I'm not sure I can explain it as I would like but when driving past the fields at harvest time its one of those stupid little things in life that can put me in a good mood. I see a field with hay bales like in the photograph and I let out a sigh, a good satisfying sigh. I have no clue why. Its not like I'm the farmer that has to get up at 6am to sow the seed early in the year. Ah well, one of life's little mysteries I suppose.