Marine1Ten
Shared on Mon, 10/31/2011 - 15:44The last ear of corn has entered the rotary combine and the golden grain separated and sieved. Harvest 2011 is history. The year began in flooding and has ended in a drought. I and the ten year old hauled wagon loads of soybeans to the elevator and shagged wagons hither and yon. With the crop in the grain bins, I breathe a sigh of relief and say a prayer of thanksgiving that we went through it all safely. Farming is a game where the farmer gambles on mother nature and depends on a benefecent glory solely by faith. So much can go wrong and so often it all turns out right. The rhythm of the seasons is a wondrous thing. I am grateful for many unpredictable and tangible things. No wonder the Plymouth Rock settlers inspired the Thanksgiving holiday. Peace everyone. :)
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