Find your place and hold it;
find your work and do it.
And put everything you got into it.
Edward William Bok
This certainly is a busy time of year. The harvest season, at least around this area, has big tractors driving up and down the road in every direction. Rumbling, and bouncing over the gravel and potholes, spilling golden wheat seed from over flowing grain wagons. It is truly a beautiful sight.
Golden wheat trails can be found scattered across the road and on the ground, being enjoyed by small birds grateful for this harvest season too. The fields are mostly empty now, except for the round bales of golden straw and the Canada Geese who are also grateful for the spillage. The equipment is now waiting to be moved to the other fields that also need to be harvested.
This has to be my favourite time of year. Happy exhausted farmers gathering the bounty, and grateful for every little kernel of what they are harvesting. Grateful for any harvest at all this year and every other year, oh so grateful knowing others have not been as lucky. As we have all heard it is not that way in many areas of our world this year. Drought or too much rain has made it a very challenging year for many of our farmers.
The corn has finally shot up; “Way up” as our friend The Friendly Giant of long ago used to say on my favourite children’s TV show. Looking up from his boots to see who was talking was a mystery I always looked forward to, even knowing who was doing that talking. The soybean crop is high and full and if the rain holds off it looks like this year in spite of the weather, will have the rest of this harvesting season working out. There are some hopeful happy farmers around here at the moment.
I have been writing a lot about the hay harvest around our farm, and I am sure you are all tired of hearing about it, but here I go again. Do not worry it is almost done, with any luck at all. Oh yes indeed those last six fields are now cut and waiting. My Hero spent eight hours cutting on Friday after his day job. He was exhausted but determined.
Saturday had us watching that no rain forecast, showing threatening black clouds filling the sky for most of the day. As usual just before the sun was to set it was shining. We are pretty sure that there was no rain back there on those cut fields, but I guess we will know for sure soon enough. It is Sunday morning and rather than sleeping in, we are getting ready to finally conquer that last of the first cut of hay. Raking and baling and then forgetting about it. That is the plan.
So my friends….. Watch out for those big tractors hauling the harvest from the fields. Give a wave, they like that. Those are farmers that have had a few sleepless nights of worry and are finally getting to harvest what they sowed. Harvesting what we all need, that is what they do.
It is such a beautiful and busy time of year. We are so grateful. There are photos waiting to be painted everywhere you look. I wish I could paint.