It is hay-making time on the Wookey farm. Two brothers are buildingthe haystack, but thinking about other things - about young women, and love. There are angry words, and then a fight between the brothers.But the work goes on, visitors come and go, and the long hot summerday slowly turns to evening. Then the sun goes down, covering theworld with a carpet of darkness. From the hedges around the hayfieldcomes the rich, sweet smell of wild flowers, and the hay will make afine, soft bed . . .
