It's finally here...harvest time. This week the combines started appearing in the fields, dust following them as they moved through the wheat and lentils. This area is famous for it's wheat and lentils. There are fields and fields of both rolling across this now golden landscape. Harvest has it's own special smell. I can't quite explain it. It's a combination of dust and fresh cut stalks and heat. It's a smell I know well, having grown up on a farm. I also know that farmers are some of the hardest working people on the planet. Not just the farmers but also the folks who support them...like spouses and kids and folks at the grain elevator and truck drivers. When I was in my twenties I worked at a grain elevator weighing the trucks as they came and went. The people driving them were often tired and dusty but always friendly. Farm folks tend to be that way. It's a tough job but thank God they do it. Somewhere I read that farmers are the founders of civilization. Once the farming starts, the rest follows. I believe that's true. If you ever run into a real farmer, be sure to thank him or her for all the hard work. Where would we be without them?
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