Harvest Time

I love Harvest Time. I love it when the combine gets its annual outing.

So big and grand. He really is the grandad of the farm machinery, old, wise, and slowly chugs around the fields cutting all the corn with such precision and accuracy. He works away methodically around the field until the job is done, sometimes into the early hours of the morning. It is a marvelous sight a combine at night with all the lights on like floodlights at a football ground lighting up its playing field.

When the grand old man has finished his job the teenage tractors and their tearaway trailers come to collect the crop. Not as slow and grand as the combine but much quicker and lighter on the wheels and where the combine hums and chugs the tracter whizzes and races.

I love Harvest Time.