the time for cutting wheat is here.
all through the day and night, combines are slowly chugging around and around in the fields,
methodically snipping off white golden heads.
grain trucks and semi trailers patrol the roads back and forth from field to grain bin,
rumbling up and down the streets with their dusty loads.
the grain elevator and trucks run throughout the night,
causing a distant hum of machine whine and harvest excitement.
i like to be down at the farm for wheat cutting, but i still am surrounded by the season.
every time i look out my window or try to cross the street; there's a grain truck passing.
literally.
the drivers smile and wave back and bump bump rattle on their way.
this is such an exciting and fun time.
families and neighbors gather to help cut and haul,
kitchens bustle as lunch coolers are packed
moisture levels are closely monitored
grain prices checked
coffee or iced tea are cab staples
everyone is rounded up and dinner is served from truck beds in the stubble
a blob of hazy yellow and red lights in a field means night cutting to beat the rain.
