HARVEST. That word holds the seasons of a farmer’s hope.
From spring planting to summer growth to autumn ripening, a farmer focuses on the outcome—a yield that brims with golden corn and soybeans.
Through months of looking toward the skies, of weathering too much or too little rainfall, of watching heat shimmer waves across fields, of tending and waiting, a farmer anticipates this season of harvest.
On a day trip Saturday from the southeastern to the southwestern side of Minnesota—through Rice, Le Sueur, Blue Earth, Nicollet, Brown and Redwood counties and back—I observed the harvest. Minimal on the eastern side, which has been flooded with too much recent rainfall, but in full swing in the counties of Brown and Redwood.
Farmers worked the land, dust enveloping combines.
Grain trucks idled in fields and barreled down county roads toward local elevators
or homestead grain bins.
The landscape crawled with tractors and combines and trucks, farmers at the wheels, guiding the crops toward harvest.
And I observed it all. No longer an intimate part of this process as I once was so many decades ago on my Redwood County childhood farm, I am still connected to this season by the memories that trace deep within me.
Harvest still holds me in hope.
© Copyright 2016 Audrey Kletscher Helbling