It’s Harvest Time in IOWA, which means I get to join my wonderful farmer in a tractor for hours on end! (This is my thinking for the first 2 hours… then I soon lose interest after the 10th trip back to unload the grain cart.)
Marrying a farmer helped me truly appreciate all of the hard work, long days, and sleepless nights a farmer has to endure.#ANF Feeding America is hard work and absolutely NOT glamorous, but someone has to do it (thanks, hunny).
Would you look at that bright red tractor alongside those rows and rows of corn! …I learned fast that “we only drive RED Tractors on our farm” and that “if it ain’t RED, leave it in the shed.” (That’s farmer talk for “we only drive Case IH. It was a bit foreign to me at first, but I seem to be catching on a little more each day.)
Filling the grain cart with corn, corn and MORE corn can be quite the job! There are five hundred bushels poured into one grain cart at a time, how crazy is that? —It never seizes to amaze me how all of those tiny little kernels play such a large part in in the grand plan of how our food is grown.
The man behind tractor… Here’s my farmer! I let him drive, just this once, so I could take a picture of him gathering the bushels from the Combine. What I love most about this picture is that my father-in-law (he is hard to see) is the one driving the combine, did I mention my farmer is a 5th generation farmer? This picture is living proof of the passion farmers have for their family and the land.
Happy Harvest!
Don’t forget to wear your Hunter boots! #saidnofarmerever