I enjoyed the walk with you and Mia. As you were reminiscing about the harvests from your younger days I began to think back too. My grandfather and uncles spent days getting in the harvests. Wheat, then corn. Hay was baled several times. They were always working hard. No one makes haystacks any more. I miss seeing them. And now there are the giant harvesters that cut the corn down, separate the corn from the stalks which are ground up, separates the corn form the cobs. The cobs go one way and the corn shoots out directly into trucks that deliver it to silos. what used to take days now can be done in a day. And there is still enough that falls to the ground for the cattle, deer, and wild turkeys to forage for quite a while.
I enjoyed the walk with you and Mia. As you were reminiscing about the harvests from your younger days I began to think back too. My grandfather and uncles spent days getting in the harvests. Wheat, then corn. Hay was baled several times. They were always working hard. No one makes haystacks any more. I miss seeing them. And now there are the giant harvesters that cut the corn down, separate the corn from the stalks which are ground up, separates the corn form the cobs. The cobs go one way and the corn shoots out directly into trucks that deliver it to silos. what used to take days now can be done in a day. And there is still enough that falls to the ground for the cattle, deer, and wild turkeys to forage for quite a while.
ReplyDeleteThere was definitely something about those times- call it romanticism- that is missing today about many aspects of life when we were young.
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