Thursday, June 9, 2011

Amber Waves

(A conversation that took place yesterday as I was taking Boy#1 to the airport)

Me: I love harvest.

Boy: No, you love your memories of harvest.

Me: Well, I guess technically that's correct since I haven't been part of harvest for 30 years. But I loved harvest when I was a kid! The excitement, the adrenaline, the feeling that everything you'd worked for all year was leading up to this! It was like the Olympics every June.

Boy: A real Michael Phelps moment, right?

Hrmph. He obviously was raised in town--farm kids show more respect.

1 comment:

  1. Can you tell when harvest is about a week away? All of a sudden, the weather changes, it gets a little warmer and there are light winds and you know it's drying the wheat for harvest. It's in the air for sure.