When reading this story there are many images that come to mind. However, one of them was not hay. He mentioned hay a few times but it wasn't something that stuck out to me particularly. But when I think of hay, a lot of things come to my mind.
When I was little, we lived in Florida for about five years and my grandparentshave always lived there so we visit quite a bit. I don't know how familiar anyone is with Florida plants, but one plant very common in Florida, that isn't seen much here, is Spanish moss. Now I know, what does this have to do with hay? Well whenever I saw Spanish moss when I was little, I called it hay. I knew what it was, for my mother corrected me everytime I called it hay, but I didn't care. I ignored her. I didn't see a lot of hay, so to me it was hay.
Hay doesn't look anything like Spanish moss. Hay is brash and piney. It's yellow and often seen in bales. Spanish moss on the other hand is stringy and grey. It's mostly found in the trees of Florida. When I think of hay, I think of something fun, associated with hay-rides and campfires. Spanish moss isn't associated with anything. But to me, it's my hay. To this day, when visiting my grandparents, we'll pass a tree and my mom will say "Look, hay!"
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