Harvest by night

I was looking through my day's photos to choose a blip at gone 11pm when I heard the rumble of machinery and saw bright lights moving across the field beyond ours. What could it be? Orchestral manoeuvres? Aliens landing? In fact it was just the farmer next door taking no chances with the weather to gather in the grass.
There were two vehicles: a silage harvester that cut and chopped the grass and a tractor towing a wagon alongside to catch the green stream that issued from the harvester's chute. They moved in tandem up and down the field like a stately dance, keeping pace and turning simultaneously in the patch of light that preceded them.

A farmer's work is never done. Every window of opportunity must be seized.
Long ago I went to work on a kibbutz in Israel (like every other student it seemed.)
It was the tomato harvest for the first couple of weeks and we had to start work at 4 am before the heat damaged the crop. Our task involved standing on the combines to pick out the rotten fruit from the good as it passed along a conveyor belt. In no time we were coated in sweat, dust and tomato juice. All the same, some of the girls got up half an hour early to apply make-up. It's never ceased to amaze me.