I have a porch.
And on my porch is a swing borrowed from my brother.
And if I sit in the swing borrowed from my brother and gaze, I can see a small wheat field,
And in that small wheat field, today, is a combine harvesting the golden, ripe wheat.
And in the combine is my farmer man and my son.
And we are excited to start cutting wheat even though it is a crop that has struggled through drought and freeze and won’t produce the grain that some years it does.
For there’s just a feel about harvest. It has its own scents and excitement and food and mood.
Busy and tiring, yet precious and inspiring.
Bringing in this grain is the paycheck for us from our job. Many people take home a paycheck every two weeks, while we have approximately two weeks of harvesting to bring in our paycheck for the year.
We wouldn’t want it to be harvest time ALL the time~that would be much too exhausting. But all the same we anticipate its arrival.
I sit on my swing, the one borrowed from my brother, and I snap pictures and savor harvest time once again.
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