Discovering Delight & Dwelling in Our Days
Back in the ending of May or the beginning of June, I jotted my thoughts and closed my notebook and promptly forgot as I’m apt to do and as that is a busy season for us, I gladly grab that excuse. Recently, I reach for my notebook and randomly open it and read my words….
We were headed to the field with supper on a Friday evening during harvest. I remembered that I’d forgotten silverware and being a considerate person and assuming the partakers of said harvest meal might prefer to have a spoon to use, rather than their fingers to eat potatoes and corn with, I swung into my in-laws’…
Every stalk has been cut. Well, practically. There’s always a few that get missed or run close along the edge of the field, left to wave in the wind until the disk starts in. Every bushel has been hauled. Kernels so small when by themselves or in groups of two or three or twelve….
Renae had this Cameo Appearance flexi in at the beginning of last week and I loved how it looked with her braid and her shirt. Harvest kept on rolling. Peterbilt kept rolling. For the most part. Combine breakdown at the end of the week. We encountered way too many ticks one night at the field….
Golden stalks. Golden Grain. Crisp stubble. Hold off rain. Cutting up. Cutting down. Across and Over. All around. Combine Bin. Getting Full. Chaser Bin. Dump it all. Augers out. Emptying loads. Truck full. Off it goes. Elevator. Wait in line. Dump. Repeat. Harvest time. Copyright secured by Digiprove © 2015