Busy time.
Busy place.
The field.
When a crop has matured and filled and the grain is dry and the plant is too; it is time.
Time to pluck up what has been planted.
There’s a certain amount of pressure.
Work. Work hard. Work well. Work safely.
Throw in a dash of haste…but not too hasty. Let’s beat any storm clouds, but let’s gather to the best of our ability.
I love the harvest field. Part of me always wants to hang out and take pictures and think and listen and watch.
Sometimes I do. But as life will, there are always a hundred other things tagging my heels or pushing for first place.
People seem to get hungry. Combine drivers like food delivered to their door. 😉 And that’s ok. Because I also like to ride beside my farmer man and view harvest from the inside as the combine hums its hungry purr and the header feeds on the ripe and ready grain.
The beans pop from the pods and bounce like small balls into the bin. Piling up.
Filled again.
And on it goes.
Beautiful harvest.
Always, always thankful when the grain is gathered for another year.
{read Reflections From the Bean Field here ~}
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