After the haymaking The meadow I love to walk through, a mixture of hip-high timothy, orchard, and sweet vernal grasses, was turned into more than 100 bales of hay yesterday. The job started on Thursday, as the real heat set in. A local farmer cut the grass then tedded it to split open the stems and blades to dry it fast. On Friday, the team came back to rake it into wind-rows then turn these serpentine collections of sweet-smelling grasses into bales of hay for area cows. By this evening, the only sign they'd been here, besides a shorn field, was their ancient tractor, this one more than half-a-century old, but still able to put in a good day's work.