Driving the grain truck home at dusk.
Sometimes we harvest at night.
There's something cozy about our little lights shining in a dark sea of corn stalks -- like faces in candlelight when the power is out, or playing hide and seek outdoors at night.
An tiny hub of illuminated activity in a big, dark, quiet world.
Watching the corn drain into the auger hopper, John prepares to shut the grain
door for the last time of the day. Now go home and rest your weary bones.
1 comment:
HI Mrs. Wood,
Could you please post about your new horses? I can't wait to see pictures of them and hear more about them.
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