It is summer. The hay has already been mowed and [packed into tight cubes and placed on each other waiting for the lorries to pick them up and feed the cattle.
It is a beautiful sight, but the romance evaporated.
Once the hay was collected by hand and built into haystacks. These haystacks were a sought out place by lovers to be together in nature without being seen. You can not possibly make out in these modern hay cubes now, can you?