Harvest

Yep. Harvest. Wheat harvest, to be exact. It's about the busiest time of year around here. Men everywhere work literally from sun-up to sun-down. Women scurry around the kitchen and then put their hair in bandannas to go meet their men out in the fields with a refueling meal. (Ok. I didn't actually wear a bandanna, but I think I might next year.) Some families take whole meals out. I'm talking casseroles, sides, bread, and even pies! They stop right there in the field and eat at a pull out table or just leaning on the side of a tractor. Lucky for me, my guys prefer a light sandwich and an apple so they can get back to work as quickly as possible. If you've ever wondered what happens during harvest, here's a quick run down:
Farmer A (assuming your lucky enough to have at least 2 workers in the operation) drives this large thing called a combine in circles around the field. It cuts off/scoops up all the grain from the wheat that's been growing in said field. Once it's bin is full. Farmer A stops to dump the grains in to the back of a grain truck or trailer where Farmer B (or the unlucky wife of Farmer A who doesn't have anyone else to drive the truck) is waiting.

Once the truck is full, Farmer B drives the grain to town to the elevators to have it weighed, tested, and stored until it's time to be sold.

This happens over and over and over until it's too dark to see or you run out of field. Exciting huh?

Look at this old house that's on one of the places we were cutting.

It's so creepy and interesting to me to try and picture what the house would have looked like freshly built by some pioneer and what the lives of the people living there would have been like. One of the neat things about living out here is that there is such a connection to the past. Even with all the changes our world has seen in recent history, we're really not that far away from the pioneer days when everything was new and wild. Do I sound like a PBS special?

Anyway, that's pretty much harvest. Kinda glad it's over so I can have my husband back. Of course, he's not taking a break. No. There's always some kind of work to do...

...farmers.