Harvest

 

This is the time of the year I always enjoy. Growing up in Glacier County, Montana, I saw the alpha and omega of the way wheat came into being. The folks in my family weren’t farmers with the exception of one sister who married a farmer. The rest of us lucky or unlucky folks lived on the main road into town and would see the agricultural process in it’s economic form.  In spring, we’d see the farmers coming into town to get seeds and moving equipment from one place to another to plant the seed.  But the BEST time, the busiest time, was harvest.  The town would be alive with trucks and trains and people coming to town looking for work.  Combines would work in tandem cutting the golden wheat underneath the clear azure sky.  Long lines of grain trucks would traverse the roads in all directions as they ferried the grain from the combines to the grain elevators in town.  And the trains! Night and day, day into the next night, until the last grain was lifted from the stores in the elevator.  If the trains were slow, you’d see the grain piled on the ground, patiently waiting to be moved.  The process was fine-tuned, but always had some farmer’s hair on fire as he had to wait for someone else to get his blankety blank trucks out of the way.  So why is this so important to me now?

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Because it’s what happened to the grain next.  It becomes food.  Food that not everyone can afford.  What amazed me the absolute most- some of those farmers who grew that wheat, would spend more to grow it than they got selling it.  Those farmers families would go hungry.  How on earth can someone who grows FOOD not be able to feed his family?

It doesn’t go unnoticed for me that we have food bank drives at harvest time.  We clear out our pantries of all the foods we haven’t eaten or bought when we wanted to try a new recipe that never happened.  We harvest our pantries!  I remember as a child many days when we didn’t have enough food.  But more than that, I recall the day we received a care package on the front door of food. At that time, we did have food on the table, so my parents split up the package and gave it away to the people they knew who didn’t have any.  My parents harvested.

As I prepare for this move, I know I’m going to give away all the food in the pantry and the freezer, but I just feel like there’s something more.  Not sure just what exactly is in store for me.  I’ll be giving, like I always do, but even more. God, help me on this.  Help me not get frustrated that the next guy in front of me has to get his blankety blank truck out of the way.  Help me make sure that ALL of my harvest is picked up and not stockpiled.  Help me do whatever You want me to do REALLY well.

 

 

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Author: theunusualcrafter

I'm the person who will try the weird Pinterest crafty tricks. But for now, I'm working on getting through being 52, and how I can use my "craftiness" to make life more meaningful. Join my Quest through midlife!

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