A cool, wet spring delayed planting for more than a month so we are starting harvest later than usual here on the farm, but the cycle of seasons turns no matter what. Though our fields suffered significant stress this year, we've been blessed with better yields than we feared.
This is my favorite time of year: the smell of corn running through a grain dryer, picnics in the field, late evenings in the tractor. I'm glad my kids could come home from college to participate for a couple of days.
The next few weeks are going to be hectic around here as my husband struggles to get the crop in mostly by himself and I work to meet a couple of deadlines, but I can't imagine living any other life.
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