Spring is such a busy time in our little rural town. The only traffic jams we see are created by slow-moving tractors. Farmers are the move; gardeners are dreaming up landscapes, softball and baseball games send cheers into the night air. It seems no one has rested since March. Perhaps this is why I always love haying time. Though the farmers move fast, taking full advantage of sunny days, the hay bales seem to stand still and quiet, at least for little while.