DECADES HAVE PASSED since I’ve been home on the farm for harvest. My middle brother quit farming years ago and the home place is now rented out.
I miss being on the farm, anticipating the bringing in of the crop, then watching the combines chomp through rows of brittle cornstalks and brown fields of ripened soybeans.
I miss the undeniable scent of earth and plant residue.
I miss the grain wagons brimming with golden kernels.
I miss living in a rural community where tractors and aged grain trucks line up at the local co-op elevator.
I miss the hum of grain dryers drying corn.
Now I view the harvest from a distance, as an observer passing by.
© Copyright 2012 Audrey Kletscher Helbling