Busy Busy Bee

Pre-snow, thanks hubs

A darkened dawn, birds still asleep, greeted me this Monday morning. Air so crisp exhaled delicate, lacy frost patterns across glass. Remote start saved me the short-walk-but-you-run-because-it’s-cold. Coffee in hand, hubs and I trekked south.

This harvest, especially this last week and weekend, has shown me that life is constantly busy with always something ‘important’ happening. Over the course of four days I had returned to Canuckland, traveled for a wedding, came back to SoDak and then went to Nebraska. The days had been highlighted with mile marker events for friends and family.

If you want to put miles on and properly break in your vehicle you:

1)      Drive 7 hours in one day

2)      Drive another 1.5 hours each way the next day

3)      Take a chill day and only drive an hour round trip

4)      Now ‘rested up’ drive 7 hours in one day

5)      For kicks and giggles (but mostly for family) drive another 3 hours each way the following day

It’s really as simple as that. Don’t forget the snacks and the dog though. And the coffee, that’s important.

Annnnnd now we have snow in MB

The long days of harvest coalesced into one big, long weekend. Every farmer knows the sacrifice of personal time, family time and sleep. Somehow my calendar had filled with busyness and sacrificed personal time, time with hubs and sleep.

In the moment I might momentarily regret making the time for ‘x’ when I could have been doing something busy. But was I productive? Was I going to regret not making time when I looked back on the highlight’s reel of memories? Some say time is money. Some say time is love. I dare to say time is family and friends.

One short hour of work left in the day! Clearly a long day

I try to keep in mind that the work will always be there and it won’t miss you in return. However, family and friends will remember you being there for them. And no one knows the days or years they’ll be blessed to live. It’s the achievements, laughter, jokes, etc. that make a moment memorable. They say love your work but I think it should be said in conjunction with love your family and friends. Be passionate about what you do, be bold in life but share that bold passion with time with family and friends.

May your week be productive, have a good visit with a friend, and hopefully no snow.

My what big ears you have Mr. Wolf

Dad taking it out for a spin

You know the feeling of someone staring at you from across the room? Right, well, I’m out cruising at warp speed combining soybeans and singing with the radio when I feel the force shift. Maintaining a straight line, it’s got to look good from the road you know, and looking around for the eyes staring at me is a challenge. For some reason the wheel tends to turn when I’m twisting every which way, color me baffled.

I reach the end of the swath, do a sweet turning spin, and continue back across the field. Then I see the source of the force shift. A big dog was out, keeping pace with me. He appeared to be waiting for me to go by so he could stick his big nose down the big gopher holes and look for a snack on the go. What a nosy neighbor! At first, I thought he was a coyote because I knew there was a den a mile or so away. I rumble closer. Yeah, he was a big, bad wolf!

It's too bad that my camera phone doesn't do justice to this animal. Of course, when he was closer, did I think to grab my phone and take a photo?! Of course not! Grrr, so frustrating.

Clearly it was time to rethink just bailing out of the cab to do a walk around checking over the combine. Pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to run fast enough back and up into the cab. Hmmmm.

As we trolled the field together-ish I did note that he appeared to be well-fed with a plush, thick pelt so at least I know that I wasn’t necessarily on the menu (should we have had an impromptu meet ‘n’ greet). And he (or she) was completely unconcerned to be seen so close to a human. Actually, I was surprised to see Mr. Wolf in that field as it’s so close to neighbors and the farm yard. I suppose that a gopher-on-the-go snack was the lure.

The next day I’m happily sipping my coffee and following the same route. Birds happily flutter overhead, the sun is mega bright, the wind rustles proud bean stalks and no gophers in sight. The gophers were doing a lot of home remodeling, apparently, so I helpfully filled it all back in again. Every swath there was a handful to scrape off and fill in holes.

Filling in gopher holes and apparently we grow these too

I trolley back over a hill and there’s Mr. Wolf with big, furry ears pricked forward watching me, hoping that all the rumbling will wake some gophers up. Maybe the smell of coffee would wake them up? Well, not my coffee. I need that.

As I walk to my truck at the end of the day and with one last sleepy wink from the sun, I hear the wolves’ howling laughter riding the breeze.

May your week be dry, toasty warm in the cab and harvest be on point.

P.S. So thankful to be done with all the gates. Open the gate, close the gate. Rinse and repeat.

P.P.S. So pheasant hunting is in full swing and I haven't seen many birds at all. Unusual. Then yesterday morning going to church I see 10 pheasants having their morning meeting in the cemetery. I guess it was a managment meeting on how to avoid hunters. I've never seen so many ring necks in place before. It turns out they're camera shy or they don't want social media to tag their location.

Finding contentment in harvest

Hubs up flying back home

The sun winks sleepily in golden orange rays before bursting over the horizon to start the morning. Frost highlights every blade of grass in silver, muting the vibrant emerald green as a light, cold wind tickles the trees. Soybeans, tall and unbending, take on a pale silver hue waiting for the sun’s rays to chase the frost away.

I love frosty mornings. It’s cold enough to make you appreciate the warmth of the truck cab but not that biting, nipping cold usually found in the dead of winter. And it makes the hot coffee all the more precious. I have found myself half way to the truck before realizing I’d left my coffee back in the house on the counter. You know I ran back to the house to snatch up that mug of morning happiness.

Learning the hard way is not always fun but when it’s a heavy frost morning and I parked the combine facing north or west; I learned quickly it pays to always park it facing east. A gunky, wet windshield makes bean dust stick quite well. Even after I’ve wiped it down. Uff da.

Up hill at this point

This week defined in one word: content. It’s nice to be back and combining the gently rolling hills, seeing the beans fill up tank after tank in my combine.  And I always enjoy working with my dad.

Finding contentment in harvest is tricky, especially this season. A late frost, almost the middle of October, and six inches of rain a couple weeks prior combine with the nice weather to delay the start of harvest. I was asked ‘aren’t you worried about getting harvest done with this late start and the occasional rain popping up?’

Well, I figure I could get myself all worked up with worry and anxiety. I’ll be honest, I don’t know if I ever not worry and get anxious but I do try my best to not let it get the better of me. Harvest is a season and a time to give thanks that all your hard work is coming to fruition. And it will end. I much prefer the me that enjoys the harvest, the day working to get as many acres off possible without leaving beans behind to the me that is wound tight with worry and anxiety and dreads the work day. And I sleep better when the worry is limited to a small box (not an extra-large) that I carry with me, metaphorically.

I hope you can be content this harvest and enjoy what your land has produced. It may be less or more than you expected depending on the weather. But the harvest is always more than if you hadn’t planted in spring, right?

There are more photos over on my Instagram and Facebook, should you be curious. :)

May your week be content, the frost light and the bushels heavy.

Needs more beauty sleep apparently. Photo credit to hubs