Most days you’ll find me with my faithful tractor flying over the river and thru the woods between the field and the farm. We hurry to catch the cutter, and usher a couple million pieces of processed corn silage safely to storage. We fall in line behind the cart in front of us. The chopper hesitates for a few seconds, the cart in front of me rolls out, and we fall in stride with the machine, while it loads my cart.
I love watching our John Deere Forage Harvester work. Some days I imagine that it is a beast with insatiable hunger. I watch as the helpless rows of corn fall prey to its ravaging appetite. This beast munches it’s away across the field, leaving only corn stubble in its wake, and with the same desperate hunger moves to the next field.
Sometimes I wonder if the Harvest itself is the actual beast. Using sweet charm to lure us into the game, we excitedly follow. She proceeds to shower us with beautiful sunsets, bright skies, rainbows and appreciative farmers and has us so addicted to her ways-we scarcely notice that we are skipping meals and working day and night. The adrenaline keeps us and our machinery running at maximum capacity and we blindly, deliriously follow at Harvest’s beck and call.
But usually I see the entire process as a grand orchestra. The cutter sets the pace of the music- my tractor joins the tune- even the sound of my safety chains slapping the cornstalks adds to the melody. It is beautiful song.
As Harvest rushes by, I just want to hit pause. I want to watch the rain wait to move across the farm until after we unload the last load of silage. I want to “enjoy” hearing my dad’s version of “here I sit like a bird in the wilderness” every time he has to wait on a cart. I want to relish lathering on more sunscreen because the day is a cooker. I want to bless my mom and the other faithful ladies who send delicious food to the fields right at meal time. I want to grin and throw silage when I meet my sisters in the field and to take lots of pics even if it drives the men on the crew to distraction. I want to savor the whirlwind of these days.
Because tomorrow isn’t promised. And seasons change so fast.
Whatever season you’re in-take the time to savor. These are good days.
This week held a red letter day for KJ and Em 🙂 I stopped by their new chicken house for 10 minutes as the chicks arrived and got chased by a chicken 🙄 I can handle them at this size tho 😜
What a wonderful life! Would love to see a video of Father’s version of “Here I sat like a bird in the wilderness” lol
No trust me- it’s hard on the ears 😜
Harvest… this wonder that propels us, this beast that drives us, this urgency that moves us … that is so precisely what sets us as a northern, season-controlled people apart from warm-culture people, isn’t it? Which begs the question, was it in God’s original design to have winter come over the land? Or is the relaxed ebb-and-flow and enjoy the moment attitude of warm-culture people His original intent? Just more things for you to ponder as you harvest… maybe you’ll address these questions in your next post!
Oh, harvest! for me it’s the wheat harvest, and yes, harvest has a distinct pull on me. Almost, like you said, it is a living being.