It is a most beautiful time of the year in the Salinas Valley.
Ah! There are those countless shades of green: the fresh lime green of new growth, the muted greens of drying rangeland, and the midnight murk of live oaks silhouetted against the hills.
Also, while very little dry land farming exists here because of erratic rainfall, every year, a few intrepid souls manage to eek out a hay crop in valley nooks. Now, it is time to cut and bale the straw. The hay harvest curls and swirls with the contours of the hills. Precise placement of freshly pressed golden cubes along these russet and green rows is geometry in motion.