The photo above was taken by Tate, our hired man, while he was driving the grain cart. I love the way the sun at dusk gleams on the combine driven by my 85-year-old father. Tate used his camera-equipped drone with its remote control to capture this amazing photo.
Then, on the morning of the equinox, Elizabeth, a friend from Bible study, caught a view of the sun rising between the former antique shop and the bank. Again, another amazing shot!
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| Mom |
So, what's been keeping me from snapping my own photos? Three tasks! Cooking for the harvest crew, caring for my mother who has dementia, and calculating why my entries in the farm's Quick Books do not match the bank's statement. Ugh! There's a reason I never became an accountant.
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| My brother Jon |
Noontime often found the crew tailgating, not at a stadium before a sporting event, but on a country road next to the field they were cutting.
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| Nephew Miles and my camera-shy Dad |
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| Caught you, Dad! |
Or watch the combine in action
as it dumps a load of corn into the semi.
Then, there's the cute truck driver, my husband Tim.
This fall harvest is yielding not only a bumper crop of corn, but also milo. In fact, so much grain has been harvested that the local grain cooperative has filled the elevator. There's no alternative except to dump the excess grain in huge piles on the ground.
Our crew took several loads to town to the Coop, but most of our grain is stored on the farm in grain bins.
This gives Jon the opportunity to sell the grain at what will hopefully be a better price once the market supply dwindles.
What won't dwindle is my appreciation of a Kansas sky.
The expanse of sky unconstrained by any buildings speaks to my soul,
reminding me of God's goodness. Thank you for a bountiful harvest, Lord!
Nice descriptions. The Harvest always seems to produce great family photos too, Cindy. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Terry! We're looking forward to seeing you & Debbie Friday.
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