Marshmallow Bales, Sunset

by Susan Abbott
At Newton's place at the top of my hill, as cold as it looks. Marshmallow bales eliminate the need for farmers to store dry hay in barns. Usually I'm sorry (from the artist's and luddite's point of view) to see white plastic instead of golden bales in the fields, but this innovation makes life easier for strapped farmers, and sometimes has its own particular beauty.