Dost Thou Even Loft?

My fifty bales of hay arrived in two carts late this morning. Like last year, Applejack and Big Mac left them on the castle grounds below the balcony of the room I use as a first cut hay pantry. While Starlight Glimmer and I fussed over lifting the hay in through the balcony door and placing them 'just so' on raised planks in the room, for maximum air circulation and free movement of ponies between the stacks, Spike went to the market to get strawberries. He came back with two baskets full of big strawberries that looked and tasted sweeter than the batch we ate two days ago, and he picked up some fresh alfalfa, about as much as he could carry. Fresh first cut hay, juicy strawberries and leafy green alfalfa, not even wilted! Now this is living.