I'm loving that I got home in time to capture some shots of corn harvest at my parents' house tonight.
I'm loving that my nephew G was in the jump seat of the combine and when he saw me coming across the field, he struck a silly pose.
I'm loving that G invited me into the cab to ride with them!
I'm loving that my dad let G "drive" the combine and that the responsibility made his "gut hurt" as G put it. It's a big deal to steer the big green machine through the field!
"Papaw said there's no driving age for the combine."
"Keep it between the rows."
The same field, just headed away from the sun!
I'm loving this shot. Not sure why, but I do.
I'm loving this shot of all the green machines in a row!
I'm not loving that the hot, dry summer took its toll on our fields. Someone asked my how were we affected and I think my dad explained it best tonight.
He said that he normally had to unload the corn from the combine after one round through the field (up and back once) - in one really good year, he couldn't even go that long. This year he was easily making two rounds before unloading.
Disappointing, yes. Disheartening, yes. The end of the world, no.
The beautiful part of farming is that every year we have a chance to raise a crop again. The ultimate do-over.
Linking up to this kind of love!