Harvest….Looking Through The Window

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Combining Beans~Looking Through The Window

The weather has been beautiful these last couple of days. Instead of rain and gloom we have been blessed with sun and warmer temperatures. It is perfect weather for looking through the window and watching the harvest come in.

We have a neighbor who does our combining for us and so we have to wait our turn. It is not always easy to do…the being patient thing….when the fields are ready and waiting. My husband tends to spend time preparing for the combine to make it’s way to our fields.

The gravity flow wagons need to come out of the shed, have their tires checked, get lined up two by two (kind of like going into the ark), and the tractor fueled up.

IMG_4819 Waiting to be Filled

Waiting To Be Filled~The Girls Enjoying The Shade

It is an exciting time…..the harvest time. It is a time you get to reap the benefits of the hard work put in during the spring and summer. It is a time to see the profits from the risk that was taken when purchasing seed, planting seed and waiting for the weather to do; what it needs to do, so those seeds will grow and produce.

Harvest is a time of long days, late nights and prayers for the safety of those gathering that harvest and bringing it to the elevator in town and for those that they will meet on the road. It is a time of crisp nights, sun-warmed days and the smell of falling leaves.

For some reason, harvest season brings beautiful sunrises and sunsets. The colors are vibrant and glorious. Perhaps it is an added bonus for the hard work of the past season and the long hours still to come.

I am wondering if, perhaps, those sunrises and sunsets are a promise? Perhaps it is the promise of “enough”. Could it be a promise that “You will be enriched in every way so that you can be generous on every occasion…” (2 Corinthians 9:11a) I really like that promise….that we are blessed so we can give and be a blessing in return!

Maybe those sunrises are intended to draw us out of our comfortable homes, to quit just looking through the window and to get out and experience harvest time. It is good to look out the window and enjoy the scenery…but it is oh, so much better to get out there and really experience the season.

It is good to feel the warmth of the sun. It is wonderful to smell the dust that swirls as the combine passes through the fields. There is a contentment in hearing the drone of tractors in distant fields and there is a satisfaction in seeing stubble where beans once stood waving in the breeze.

Maybe that is the lesson for all of life….maybe it is time to quit looking through the window and get out there and live. Maybe we need to smell, feel, see, and hear life to really appreciate how wonderful it is. Maybe in the wonder of life, we can be a blessing to those around us.

Take the time this season to live life to the full….to see the beauty that is autumn….and to enjoy your time in that beautiful season.

 

“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting 
and autumn a mosaic of them all.”
–   Stanley Horowitz

 

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31 thoughts on “Harvest….Looking Through The Window

  1. Al says:

    I really look forward to your posts. This is vicarious farming for me. I have nothing but the utmost respect for America’s farm community and love it whenever I see a bumper sticker that says “No farmers, no food.” Gotta love it.

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    • thechickengrandma says:

      Thank you so much Al. Around here farming is the total culture. The radio stations even remind people to watch for the tractors and farm wagons on the roads this time of year. We usually allow extra time on the roads this time of year cause when you get behind a tractor hauling two wagons you cannot always get around them.
      Love that bumper sticker!

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  2. thecobweboriumemporium says:

    Ohhh Chicken … as I was reading your post, I was there. Experiencing the light, the smell, the season. I felt the feelings …. and yet, as I came towards the end of the post another feeling took over. I wanted to cry. Little tears. Not the hollering variety. Quiet, little tears, from, I think, my heart.

    It took me a few moments of working out why I felt like that and I think it’s because the things you shared in your post are things that I haven’t experienced, and probably never will. It’s so lovely to read your posts and enjoy your farming second hand via your blog.

    Keep on keeping on Chicken. I love learning from you.
    Sending squidges ~ Cobs. x

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    • thechickengrandma says:

      Thank you from the bottom of my heart Cobs. I never really thought I was “teaching” anyone anything in my sharing my life. I guess I just take my way of life for granted…and now I am learning that I should not.
      I have a feeling that everyone has something amazing they can share and teach each other about their area of the world and their way of life. Maybe that is why I love blogging and meeting other bloggers…I get to “visit” all those far away places.
      From you I am learning of the English countryside and an entire new language also known as English but different from my American English lol. Just think…..without you….I would never have experienced a Walnut Whip! How sad would that be???? Sad indeed.
      So thanks back to you Cobs for your sharing and keeping on keeping on……because I love learning from you also.
      Squidges back at you! CG

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  3. Anne Mehrling says:

    I treasure your posts for many reasons. Today I’m glad that you write about the rhythm of farming — seed time and harvest. Although I grew up in a rural town, I wasn’t part of that rhythm. I’m so glad to participate via you today.

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    • thechickengrandma says:

      Thank you so much Anne. As a kid I lived on a gravel road on the edge of a small town. I would see the farmers bring the harvest in as they drove by on their way to the local elevator. I had uncles who were farmers so I did get to be a part of that rythm….sort of. Once I married my farm guy I became part of it and have been ever since. There is something about farming….I am not totally sure I can adequately explain it…..but I just keep trying!

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  4. susieshy45 says:

    Faye,
    As Cobs mentioned, there is something in some of your posts that bring a tear to the eye. Perhaps for people we have not treated properly or time not utilized wisely. Farmers have it good, I feel especially if both the husband and the wife enjoy it. I come from a farming background too but not on the scale of your farms. We have no four seasons like you all do but just one planting and harvesting season.
    I hope you get all the harvesting done before the rains and wet weather and without having to pay for the elevator.
    I was in Florida for a week and I needed to get out and walk if I had to eat. I easily clocked 20000 steps a day. At my desk job, I hardly make 1000 steps. I found I could do it, hard as it was and it was enjoyable to learn the city on my own feet. I walk slowly these days, my speed has come down considerably but I thank God I can still walk and that he has given me two feet to appreciate his world on foot.
    Susie

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    • thechickengrandma says:

      So glad you enjoy the posts Susie. Our four seasons are all so different from each other and there is a unique beauty to all of them.
      Sounds like you had a good time in Florida. I have only ever been there one time with a church group. We went to paint houses for the underprivileged. I would love to get back and really lok around … and yes walking is a great way to do that and see things.

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