I’m married to a farmer, but that doesn’t mean I know anything about farming. I ask the same dumb questions every year. I don’t even know what I don’t know about farming.
But my husband loves it, and so I take my yearly trip in the combine with him, and I go for days in the fall and spring saying “Hello, good-bye” as he comes home from work and heads out to do what he really loves. He really doesn’t love his deskjob that much — he doesn’t feel like he accomplishes anything. But in the combine — he can look behind him and see what he’s done and feel like he’s made a difference.
That and the fact that he is OUTSIDE and he GETS DIRTY. What more could a guy ask for?
And so, I give you, Suzanne’s Combine Ride 2007
I love watching the corn stalks as the shiver down through the choppers on the corn head.
Just like PigPen, the combine leaves a cloud of dust and debris in its wake.
Can you tell what he started to say? That would be “Don’t take my picture”
Amazing that it starts out at the front as cobs of corn attached to stalks and ends up coming out as individual kernels.
Back to work he goes: “Good-bye honey, it was fun riding with you! ”
TTFN-
Suzanne
Cool! I want a ride!
It still amazes me! I am a city girl, but my Mother and her family grew up on a farm. When I was young (up until my teens) I used to spend time in the summer with the “farm” relatives….what a blast it was! To this day, I am a pushover for fresh picked veggies…nothing better in this world than fresh veggies. And I mean picked and cooked in the same day.
Glad you enjoyed your ride!
That looks like fun!
This is how dimwitted I am: I honestly had no idea that the combine stripped the kernels off the ears. I’d like a look at the machinery that does that.