You can see it. You can hear it. You can smell it. It’s in the air.
We just got into the fields a couple of days ago.
And with this brings long, long days and endless service call for Kyle.
My boyfriend will become a figment of my imagination for the next several weeks.
Sigh, here we go again!
Here’s to harvest.
More posts and pictures to come.
The countdown has begun. The weeks are ticking down. Soon it will be here. Harvest. The corn and beans are still green enough they can’t be harvested but you can tell by them getting browner everyday that harvest is near. This is a bittersweet time of year. It’s great weather, perfect for being outside and having bonfires. But it’s SO busy. It makes for some long days, early mornings and late nights. And my boyfriend is basically nonexistent. Some days I don’t accept farming very gracefully. Sometimes I just want to spend time with Kyle without him having to leave on a service call or to drive a tractor/semi. It’s gets lonely, I won’t lie. Meals get delayed. And I get jealous of those girls who can go out to a dinner and movie with their boyfriend without delay, interruptions, or ending the night early. There’s a lot of nights were it’s just me & Jules (our dog) until pretty late. But I get over it, it’s just a part of life. No farmers = no food. I knew what I was getting into when I started dating Kyle, but some days that doesn’t make it any easier. You have to learn to be flexible, like really flexible.
Tips to Survive Harvest:
1. Find a hobby. Hello, blog.
2. Learn to be flexible. This is probably the most important.
3. Help out in the field or just ride around.
4. Spend time with family & friends.
5. Get a pet. Black labs make pretty good buddies.
6. Acceptance. This is happening whether you want it to or not.
7. Finish up those crafts and unfinished projects you have laying around.
8. Relax and have some “me” time. Catch up on that book or favorite TV show of yours.
9. Preparedness. Get things finished before harvest starts if you can, plan appointments, parties, etc. at slow times (I don’t think that really exists), make casseroles or cook-ahead freezer meals, and keep in mind what needs to get done other than fieldwork.
There’s something about this time of year. I’d say from the end of July until early November. The county fair, the state fair, the start of school (no longer for me), the beginning of fall, the end of summer, but still plenty of summer nights to enjoy. Hot days, cool nights, crisp leaves, and bonfires. That perfect weather where you can sit around a fire with friends in shorts and a sweatshirt. Harvest moons, changing leaves, brisk winds, occasional thunderstorms. And in that moment you realize how great your life is and how lucky you are to be able to enjoy it. Those lush green corn stalks stand 8 ft. tall and have started to turn beige. The first rawr of the combines heading to the fields and the hum of the semis downshifting as they wait to get filled with this years harvest. I don’t know what it is, but something about this time of year makes me sentimental. Maybe it’s because I’m now an adult that doesn’t go to school anymore and doesn’t get summer off. I guess it really is the little things in life that mean the most.