10-1-18 LIfe at 40-50 mph hour

It's harvest time here on the farm. I've found life is much different going at a slower speed. I notice things I never knew were there. I've had lots of great time with my kids in the truck and really enjoyed talking and listening to them and teaching them some new skills. 

I spent a day with my oldest and youngest son in the truck. That was a rare deal and I loved almost every minute.

Another day it was all the girls and we talked about the seasons and noticed all the colors of fall that are popping up. The weeds are spectacular right now. Red, yellow, green, and inbetween.  Again going at a slower speed we actually notice what's around. How thankful I am for the many different seasons of life and the many different ways of living. I'm always shocked when we count the years we have the oldest kids left at home. It's very few nowadays. So any time with them listening and hearing about their experiences is becoming golden time. 

 Harold is a great older brother. He truly cares for his siblings. He was escorting them to the combine complete with cookies to share with grandpa for a ride.

Bruce mostly sticks close enjoying the time to be with mom and see the cows at the feedlot where we are delivering the corn.

My father in law is a patient hard working man. He is picking up dropped corn cobs here. HE does not like to waste any of his crop. This is a lost art. I remember picking up beets and I have gleaned potatoes and onions. On today's faster pace farms with more uniform crops there is  rarely time spent picking up the leftovers. It's just a different time.

WE rode in the combine one day. Bruce was not sure about the big machine. He held on tightly and wasn't about to get off my lap.

He eventually succumbed to a nap.

 Only to be woken by the need for grandpa to load a truck. So Bruce got to try out the drivers seat. He liked that and was good not to touch any of the buttons or knobs.

These pests are not afraid of the equipment. They were moved by four wheelers but were often seen flushed out as row after row was harvested by the combine. Addie almost got hoof prints on her chest as one darted out of the field ahead of the combine right where Addie was standing. Thank goodness they are agile.