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.
Yet, busheled together they make mounds and mountains and become a huge supply of grain. A rich and ready store from God’s bountiful earth. It always amazes me at the production that can be yielded.
I’m not an avid gardener, and though I love big, beautiful gardens with tidy rows and nary a weed in sight, this is never me. Yet, I am amazed at what grows sometimes from just a few plants. And of course, weeds always flourish in abundance! The thorns and thistles of the curse.
But the bountiful blessings of growth and grain. We thank God.
For another harvest. Another year of harvesting our living. Another year of feeding people.
We finished up on Tuesday and worked at cleaning off combine and driving machinery home and putting it away on Wednesday. Along with the usual paperwork and grain tickets and checking in at the elevator and collecting proof-of-yield sheets and checking in with land owners. After-harvest hustle. Unloading more seed wheat and preparing for and heading to the field to begin again. Working the ground and preparing it to become a ready seedbed.
The miracle of seed and fruit.
So happy to have our harvest in! So grateful.
Still tired too.
And still many harvest pictures on my SD card. That’s ok. I’ve been enjoying working with Hatteras pictures and remembering and beginning to blog them. I hope to do the same with a few more harvest pictures.
And I hope to savor some lazy, summer days with nowhere to go and swimming and sunshine and reading!
Have a happy Fourth of July!
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