An Ode to Harvest
Prince Charming and I were talking Sunday evening about Harvest. All of you non-farm folk may not understand entirely to what I refer. For those who are unaware...it is that time when you bring the crop in from the field.
For me, harvest has always been a wonderful melody. A mixing of family, sweat, dirt, hard work, long days, good food, and an amazing sense of accomplishment. Husband likes to drive tractor and combine. I can not describe it exactly, only that there are certain smells and feelings that I associate with harvest. Among them are:
- Warm grease in a sun-warmed grease gun
- wheat chaff
- warm styrofoam
- gritty layer on top of a sunburn
- over-tired to the point of not knowing what day it is, nor what you did yesterday
- a weak-spined paperback yellowing in the sun
- the shock of cold water running down my back
- Gatorade
- allergy pills
- Dr. Pepper
- warm pop
- hot, dusty vinyl under me, burning the backs of my legs
- wheat straw scratches on my legs
- 20-minute steamy hot showers in dinosaur water
And that's just what comes to mind in three minutes.
