Harvest of Gold 2011
The last ear of corn has entered the rotary combine and the golden grain separated and sieved. Harvest 2011 is history. The year began in flooding and has ended in a drought. I and the ten year old hauled wagon loads of soybeans to the elevator and shagged wagons hither and yon. With the crop in the grain bins, I breathe a sigh of relief and say a prayer of thanksgiving that we went through it all safely. Farming is a game where the farmer gambles on mother nature and depends on a benefecent glory solely by faith. So much can go wrong and so often it all turns out right. The rhythm of the seasons is a wondrous thing. I am grateful for many unpredictable and tangible things. No wonder the Plymouth Rock settlers inspired the Thanksgiving holiday. Peace everyone. :)