It's 90 degrees. Not a cloud in the sky. Humid enough that walking from the house to the barn will make you break a sweat. A swimming pool sounds great. So what so farmers do? Cut and bale loads of dry, itchy hay, then stack them in airless barns where the chaff fills the air, your nose, and your bronchial passages. Then let the hay grow for a few weeks and do it again. All for low pay, no health plan, no pension, and no such thing as an 8-hour day.