All kinds of lovely. Who doesn't want to bear witness to this every fall?These guys spend serious amounts of time taking care of business. And the combine fellas don't do it alone. Somebody drives the grain truck. Somebody helps move the operation from field to field. Somebody (who really loves them) delivers food.
Early in the season, in years like this one, it's only a little dusty.
Emptying so they can hit the road, er, the field again.
Remember that dust at the beginning? Soon, it's a lovely memory.
Back, and forth. Back, and forth. Methodically reaping what was sown last spring.
Oh, the dust. Excellent for sunsets. Unfortunate for keeping your vehicle clean. Oh well. It's harvest. Dust on your ride is how you know you're even a tiny part of the event.
I haven't been in a combine since I was small enough to press my little self up against the glass and watch the corn be eaten up below me, but even for me, [forgive me, exhausted farm families, for waxing poetic for a moment] there's something almost spiritual about this time of year. Something about living among these fields where farmers toil, sun up to sundown, and oftentimes beyond. Where hours, days, weeks of tending and planting and praying and fixing and sweating all culminate in this beautiful pattern of accomplishment.
Plus, there are there big beefy awesome machines everywhere you look that should have their own Transformers movie!
HAPPY HARVEST everyone. Farm families - God Bless You and keep you safe this season!
~MMB
I would totally watch the combine Transformers movie!
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