Make Hay While the Sun Shines and a Blooming Monogram


I’m making hay while the sun shines. . .


With the daisies from my field of dreams.


The field next to my Potting Shed was sprouting daisies . . .


 Until it was cut and baled this weekend.



I harvested some daisies before they disappeared.


I found a letter M from an old sign several years ago that I used as a blooming monogram . . .


And decorated with greenery and pumpkins by my Potting Shed.


 I planted it with succulents last year but the infernal squirrels kept digging them up.


I filled the letter with wet floral foam that I trimmed and pieced to fit and added some boxwood clippings and daisies.


And cut a bouquet of daisies to fill a watering can before they were gone.




Make hay while the sun shines :)


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  26 comments for “Make Hay While the Sun Shines and a Blooming Monogram

  1. Ellen Stillabower
    June 2, 2015 at 6:24 am

    I love the smell of fresh hay but the site of those Daisies 🌼 is breath taking!! 😍. Did you plant those Daisies or did they just appear?? Beautiful just beautiful! 🌼🌾☺️

  2. June 2, 2015 at 6:35 am

    Your monogram looks great Mary, lots of activity and excitement during the baling for The Girls I’m sure! Oh and, as Cindy Lauper might say… Squirrels just wanna have fun:@)

  3. June 2, 2015 at 6:36 am

    Hi Ellen, The daisies come up in drifts in our neighbor’s hay field every year :)

  4. June 2, 2015 at 7:46 am

    Lovely post. Theres nothing like fresh;y cut hay..

  5. June 2, 2015 at 7:46 am

    I love daisies and had them in my wedding bouquet (actually they were daisy mums) :-) Your photos are beautiful and I love the haying photos as well. No haying here for a few weeks yet. Enjoy the day!

  6. Robyn
    June 2, 2015 at 7:57 am

    Reminds me of my childhood…I grew up on a farm and we had cows. I always had to help bale hay….Hard work but wonderful memories….

  7. June 2, 2015 at 8:15 am

    It’s a good thing that you were able to get some daisies to adorn your M before they disappeared! Aren’t daisies the most cheerful, happy flower? You’ve brought some cheer to me this morning with your lovely post.

  8. June 2, 2015 at 8:31 am

    Delightful, we have the daisies growing wild at the beach, I cringe when Scott mows them too… mine will make it to a tea party ;-) you are lucky living next to your field of dreams, it’s the perfect backdrop to all your cuteness.

  9. Sandi Allen
    June 2, 2015 at 8:47 am

    Beautiful! Love your Monogram!
    I am surrounded by farmers and their hay field were I live!

  10. June 2, 2015 at 9:44 am

    Now this is about the cutest thing ever!! I am crazy for your blooming M Mary! And your cheery attitude! Love all the wonderful photos…infernal squirrels is a very nice way to put it! They dig up everything in our backyard! How lovely to be next to a field of daisies…

  11. Melissa Leach
    June 2, 2015 at 10:02 am

    Such a happy post! I would love to know where to find your tutorial on how to make the succulent planter! Darn squirrels! Thanks, Mary.

  12. Debbie
    June 2, 2015 at 10:32 am

    I love your daisies. What a wonderful idea! Thanks for sharing.

  13. June 2, 2015 at 11:50 am

    Love the monogram, Mary.

    Thanks so much for the hay hauling photos. They brought back good memories.:-)

  14. June 2, 2015 at 9:01 pm

    What wonderful photos of the hay baling! Around here, the farmers create the round bales. Love your daisy monogram!

  15. June 2, 2015 at 11:16 pm

    LOVE your blooming M! I wish we had some wild daisies nearby to harvest:) Loved seeing the photos of the hay baling.

  16. Sherlie Magaret
    June 3, 2015 at 7:38 am

    I can smell that hay, what a wonderful smell and it brings back so many memories of haying and making lunch for the “hay boys” – cake and cookies and bologna salad sandwiches and orange drink.

  17. June 4, 2015 at 12:45 am

    A fun post…Love the blooming monogram!

  18. Kathy G
    June 4, 2015 at 1:25 am

    Love how you notice and celebrate the seasonal beauty all around you in your own unique way. Arrn’t wild flowers lovely, how joyous to be able to pick a field of flowers( (before mowed down ) :-))).

  19. Carolyn
    June 4, 2015 at 4:46 pm

    No one makes their posts come alive like you, Mary! Daisies are delightful! So are the scents & sights of hay mowing! Thanks for the inspiration. I love succulents too!

  20. June 4, 2015 at 5:00 pm

    That is so clever! I love monograms but your floral one is the cutest by far.

    Have a wonderful day.

    Best wishes,
    Natasha in Oz

  21. June 4, 2015 at 11:46 pm

    Beautiful live wreath…love Daisies…they are such a happy flower….(I so remember that line from “You’ve Got Mail”)…and yes, they are so happy!…Wow…that is a lot of hay!…I will have to search for my monogram like how you can add he floral foam…and those darn pesky squirrels…I spent a fortune getting rid of them in my attic!…They made a mess of chewing up A/C wires!!

  22. Rattlebridge Farm--Foodie Friday & Everything Else
    June 5, 2015 at 1:03 pm

    Adorable monogram. The pastoral photos are so lovely.

  23. June 10, 2015 at 10:55 am

    Mary, this is such a fun idea, I hadn’t seen the succulents, but wow, these precious little daisies are adorable with the boxwood. Lucky you to find that letter. thanks for sharing how you did this. so cute, but then everything you do is amazing!! I’m featuring this post on my SYS post this evening!

  24. Trish
    June 10, 2015 at 9:29 pm

    Love your blog!! Really look forward to it every day! You are so fortunate to live in the South where everything that grows is on steroids!! I live in arid Reno, NV., and we have such a short growing season!


  25. June 14, 2015 at 7:32 am

    Mary, I always love to see what is happening with your “M” and this daisy monogram is just so happy! When I was growing up we had a field in our back yard and every spring the wildflowers would grow and we would rush to pick them before the farmer came to cut and bale. I can still smell that fresh-cut scent of the hay. Linda

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