I’ve been sharing this week about the harvest of our field corn. By the time it’s golden and dried, we are ready for the end – the harvest.
On Monday, a snapped a picture of the last moments. Literally, it was the last few seconds of the final combine load off-loading into the hopper. The spout you see out of the hopper will transfer it to an 18-wheeler for transfer to a grain storage bin.
So many transfers, loading and unloading.
The picture is hazy because the window is dirty – dusty from the harvest. This year, it’s worse due to lack of rain.
HH was counting last night how long it’s been. He estimated seven weeks since rain. Seven weeks – never have we gone that long without rain in what’s now the seventh harvest year we’ve experienced here in The Land of Making Do.
We don’t always have corn growing. Most years, it’s soy beans, which grow much lower than corn stalks.
We’ve been behind this corn wall for a couple of months – hiding. With no view to the road a half mile away, we felt cut off from civilization. Secluded.
When corn is harvested, leaving straggly stalks scattered, we feel exposed. Naked.
But, at the same time, refreshed and open. Open for new opportunities. Winter wheat, possibly? Or, maybe a rest through winter.
Most winters, our land is empty. Bare and barren.
With the onset of spring each year, we relish the freshly tilled earth. Dark brown and rich. Ready for new life. Fresh.
To begin another season…another cycle…growing towards another harvest.
And, good news. Weather forecast for this weekend shows…rain…could it really be? Oh, I hope so…
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