When we look West from our home we see fields.
Fields of corn taller than an elephant’s eye.
It blocked our accustomed view of the ocean bound freighters
Through the long, hot days of summer the corn
whispered secrets
Rustling and gossiping.
The harvesting began.
Like some prehistoric creature the harvester swept through row after row.
It arched it’s neck and spewed everything in its path into thundering trucks.
Row after row.
Then silence.
The harvester stopped. The trucks stopped. Repairs went into the second day.
Now it is a race against the weather. We all prayed and held our collective breaths.
Into the night without stopping until
FINISHED.
I felt like shooting fireworks into the night sky.
Hard work, determination brings the bounty of the land home for the harvest.
Hard work and determination indeed Cheffy. The corn fields belong to our good friends and next door neighbors. We share their anxiety and concern at harvest time. V/
There is nothing quite like an empty field. Our bean fields are still held up by the recent rain, but eventually they will get them in..
When the harvesting began my dear friend and neighbor Angela and I stood watching. We both felt it was a thrilling sight and sound. Just one more reason why we so love living in the country. Hugs V.
Our fields have been clears as well. Corn and soy bean. It looks so bare!
I rather miss the corn. It enclosed us so snugly. And I loved the sound as the wind blew off the river and through the corn. It was these wind warnings along with the rain that had everyone harvesting crossing their fingers and sending many prayers heaven ward. Virginia
We haven’t been to the plantation when it was raining yet with corn in the field. But I can’t wait to hear it!
What a lovely description of the corn harvest. I love the gently rich colors you have captured with the work. I hope it was a good harvest!
On the coast where I live we see cotton and grain harvesting in late summer near our home at the edge of town.
Harvested corn means corn chowder to me : ) Your landscape certainly changes for the season doesn’t it. I’ll bet you’re glad to have the machine noise gone!!!! Thanks for sharing the pics of your little corner of the world : ) With great affection….Ginny : )
Ginny dear friend. So lovely to hear from you. Living in the country surrounded by farming fields means the landscape changes from season to season and from year to year. Next summer we wont have the corn fields. Perhaps it will be beans or potatoes. The farmers in this area exchange fields in order to practice crop rotation. The farm we live on is a dairy farm. The corn harvested is for feed. Not to have taken it off before the heavy winds and rain came was imperative. Believe it or not the noise doesn’t bother us. We listened through the rainy night for the last truck to finish. Reassurance that our farming friends were successful in this operation. Hugs Virginia
What a lovely pastoral view to have, Virginia, and what a joy it would be to have fresh, season produce at your fingertips.
Life is grand on farm. It comes with it’s drawbacks. No corner store (who cares just don’t run out of milk). Then there is the “pooh pit”. 250 cows make a big stink. But we only smell it once in a while and it doesn’t bother us – it’s just a cow smell. Yes life on the farm is wonderful. Virginia
How long have you lived there?