This week has turned out to be a busy one….again. I am not sure if I am moving slower or the time is just going faster…but the weeks seem to roll around quicker and quicker. Just when you think you are caught up, things seem to mushroom and you find out that you aren’t!
My husband thought he was all done hauling his crop into town to the local elevator, so we started putting the wagons back in the shed for the year. Then the neighbor stopped by and told him that there was still about 80 bushels of corn in the combine hopper.
This was a good problem…in fact a great problem! We were glad that there was a still a wagon that had not been put away. My husband brought the wagon to the neighbor’s place; where the combine was, and left it for the grain to be unloaded.
Today, we went and picked it up and hauled it to town. I don’t usually ride along, but this time my husband hauled the small load in with his pickup so I tagged along. As my husband was unloading the wagon in the “Dump 1” area I thought I should snap a few pictures.
This is the view heading for the dumping area. The “tunnel” is where we went.
It is a dusty business in the area where the grain is unloaded. The pictures might all have a dusty/grainy look to them due to the pictures being taken through the back window and the windshield.
I am not totally sure what the Stop/Go sign is for. I suspect it is used when the harvest season is in full swing and tractors, trucks, and semis are waiting their turn to unload. I should have asked my husband but he was busy with the wagon at the time.
I have edited this post to add a comment from a friend of mine. She explained to me what the sign means: “The stop and go lights are to tell the driver when to stop over the pit and when to drive ahead with the next wagon. You can’t see that from in the tractor. In the “olden days” ( like 4 years ago🤣) they used hand signals. Yellow means you didn’t stop quick enough…back up. You don’t want to see that one lol”
Once unloaded we took the “road” to the scale to weigh when we were empty and get the ticket that told us how many bushels we had brought in.
It was rather fun riding along with my husband. I got to experience that part of harvest in a way that I usually do not. I am usually at home making sure a meal is ready and hot when he comes home.
The extra, unexpected bushels were also a wonderful welcome surprise. It felt rather like a smile from God….a gift….a reminder that He is “able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, ” (Ephesians 3:20).
May your weekend be filled to overflowing with blessings. I hope you find an unexpected bonus waiting for you and that it brings you joy.
You crown the year with a bountiful harvest;
even the hard pathways overflow with abundance.