What the hay?

I went to the grocery store yesterday, which is a very routine occurrence. The Interwebs have not yet caught up to the pace of development in my neck of the woods, so here's an approximation of the locale:

Admit it, I have mad Paint skillz.

So there I was, sitting in the driveway of the store waiting to pull out when I realize:
they have already started cutting hay at the farm across the road.
And yesterday was still May.

This seems highly unusual to me. M. says the hay grew fast this year, just like the grass in our lawn, because of copious rain followed by copious sun. So all I can hope is that everything I planted over the weekend (pictures to come!) will follow the same path.