The squeak of the drill.
The rattle of the press wheels. The throb of the tractor engine as it puts forth power.
It is rhythmic.
It speaks of the circle of life and seasons. It is a down deep cycle of farm life.
It is a sound I love.
And I love this quote I recently came across~
We are trying to get our wheat in too. I helped fill the drill one day. I couldn’t believe how dirty I got in such a short amount of time. lol.
Isn’t that the truth?! π
I like to get in on filling the drills a couple of times. Although I haven’t been much help the last while because of my back issues. And I didn’t do a lot even before. π
The freshly drilled fields are so pretty.